Studying as the world goes by
Last Thursday was my 26th birthday. I got to sleep at about 3 a.m., woke at 8 a.m., studied a bit, fell asleep again about 12 p.m., woke again at 4 p.m., and studied for the rest of the day. I did leave my room a couple of times. I think.
This evening I left the entire house, to go to the university library. The first thing I noticed on stepping outside was the constant buzz of a helicopter overhead. In the Octagon, Neil Waka was standing in a tent, grinning at a TV camera and swabbing his chin with a microphone. On George Street I walked past several people with St. George’s flags painted on their cheeks, and realized there must be some sort of game on.
The library was pretty quiet. Tumbleweed drifted along the corridor. Actually, it wasn’t tumbleweed, it was toilet paper. But I digress. I went up to the first floor, read a book on science and religion, and borrowed a book about the Renaissance. Then I went home to study some more. History is great stuff.
Nine days. In nine days my exams will be over for the semester.