I’ve been on break for some time now and I’ve learned a lot in this second term, and I’ve become much more adjusted and well-rounded and happier because of it.
Lesson 1: I Like A Busy Schedule
This past term I was busy. Very, very busy. I had classes 3 days a week, where as last term I only had classes once a week. So all of that business filled up my days and it also gave me work to do at home, I had homework, readings and things to distract me instead of just sitting in my room staring at another movie.
It’s made me realise that I like a fast paced schedule, I like to be busy. It makes me feel wholesome. This doesn’t work for everyone however, as a few of my friends struggled with this schedule. They are the type to schedule their own day, to rely on themselves for motivation. I am, unfortunately, not to be trusted to do this. I need external motivation, I need my day scheduled for me. I don’t know if this is good, or if it is badbut I know if I am left to my own devices I won’t do what I’m supposed to do 75% of the time.
Lesson 2: Extracurriculars Are Good (And Bad?)
I took coding lessons this term which was great because it gave me an opportunity to focus on something that wasn’t academic. However, it quickly consumed many hours of my time and there were moments when I wish I didn’t volunteer for these classes as it made me too busy to get the things I needed done, done.
I also started a barista job every Monday morning which I hated because I had to wake up early on my one day off, and I loved it because it also forced me to get up and start my day right. Sigh. What is a girl to do?
Lesson 3: Bullshit Till You make It
During the start of my term I had a graded assignment due. Now this might not seem like a big deal but it was because my program is only graded through 5 essay modules, the rest of the work I had to do (weekly essays, readings, etc) were practice and making me a well-rounded student (or so they intended, laziness won out a few times, sigh). I panicked, and also, like the big dumbass that I am, left it for the last week to write. I’d never written 5000 words before and had to do it in 1 week. And write a plan. And edit. And do this when I’d been told I was a crap writer.
Somewhere in the panic I got it done a day ahead of time, and I realised: I write better, and I am a better student in general, when there is a flame under my butt making me thrive on stress and fear. This is bad, but my best bullshit (because what I wrote was pure, stuffing, bullshit) comes during then! Which is scary… I did get a really good grade though. Oxford never gives higher than a 70 (only 2 students in the history of my program have ever gotten higher than that) and I got a 68 (please allow me a moment to gloat). Maybe because it was about museums and The Bahamas, but I hope to replicate the process minus the panic, stress and chaos. I think I ate over 5 pounds of chocolate that week.
Overall, term 2 was a success, though trying at times and I hope to continue my streak into Trinity term.
I volunteer at a place with cute chickens made from recycled plastic. And the second image I found in my sketchbook! Seems like I doodle during boring classes (oh dear!)