Year two at university. I wouldn’t say it’s necessarily harder than year one, but I definitely feel like I’m spending remarkably more time reading – which is saying something, considering the volume of it I did last year.
The good thing about this year is that I’m only doing three modules instead of four – which, theoretically, should equal the same amount of work, considering they equal the same number of credits. The great thing I’m finding about it, though, is that I have fewer deadlines than last year, and also my brain only has to cope with three sections of research and study, rather than four.
We’re six weeks into term now (seven if you include freshers, but who includes that?) and that means… READING WEEK! One of the great parts of an arts/humanities course is that the university seems to anticipate that by half way through the term, you’ll either be substantially behind on work, or looking at looming deadlines with dread, so they give you a week without any lectures/seminars and let you catch up.
Not going to lie though, this weekend has essentially been me and a friend lounging around the house (our three housemates were all elsewhere), watching Netflix and staying in our pyjamas for longer than is probably advisable. We were tired, okay?
But, I fully intend to make use of this reading week. I’ve got an insane amount of reading for a couple of seminars the week after next that I’m determined to get through, I have an essay due in two weeks’ time that I want out of the way so I can work on other deadlines that week, I need to read a play for the week after next and do research for another deadline.
And it’s my birthday next weekend, which I’m trying not to think too much about because I won’t be a teenager anymore! A friend tried to console me the other day by telling me that various psychology studies believe adolescence lasts until you’re thirty. A different friend is feeling the exact same sense of woe because she turns twenty the week after I do. My parents think I’m being dramatic. *dramatic sigh*
Either way, it’s about time for me to get back to the pile of books and journals and research and notebooks sitting waiting for me…