5th Week Blues Approaching
At Oxford each term has 8 weeks, and each week is referred to by it's number. 5th week is when you get the blues. It's just a phenomenon. Every single student here, regardless of college, will tell you they've either seen it or experienced it. Papers start to feel like a chore. The euphoria of being back with your friends after a 6 week break wears off. Things drag and aimlessness looms.
But then it's 6th week and you realize you only have 2 more to go. Vacation plans form and visions of Prague and Budapest dance in heads.
(This is officially my first moany lj entry).
I'm not going anywhere for break. There's a possiblity that could change, if fortune favors my plight, but most likely I'll be living at Edwina's and doing temp work. Attempting to save money but spending lots on drink. Fending for myself. That's the kicker. I'm feeling a little worn down, not that I didn't think this would happen at some point. It's hard not to have any comfort zone, i.e. a home. I felt it freshman year of college, but then it was a 4 hour drive, not a $600 flight that I'm not going to take. But yes, I'm a big girl now, and will wiggle and squirm until I'm stronger. But I just want to lie on a beach! Or in a cafe in Amsterdam. Or in my mom's house, eating and reading the paper.
Trying to be constructive when thinking about going home, rather than merely pining. My "real life" aversion tactic, upon graduation, is authorship. I'm going to get a waitressing job, and I'm going to write. I think. I've always had the whole "write a novel" idea floating around, but never really felt capable. That's changing, slowly but surely. (Thanks Anders).
Then there's the dream of being in the same city as my brother, provided he gets into Perpich, which I don't doubt, and my mom grants permission, which I do doubt.
But I think about it all the time. I just want us to be together. I want to know him.
Other than my whining, things are going well. I think spring might be around the bend, though I can't be sure. Different climate and all. But it's been sunny and warm. I can have my window open and see blue sky.
Also, I finished my paper of the week, which is good. So, I'm doing my best not to dwell, and to look on the bright side. Just a little grumpy.
Actually, nevermind. I'm just sober and sexually frustrated.
Jokes!
But then it's 6th week and you realize you only have 2 more to go. Vacation plans form and visions of Prague and Budapest dance in heads.
(This is officially my first moany lj entry).
I'm not going anywhere for break. There's a possiblity that could change, if fortune favors my plight, but most likely I'll be living at Edwina's and doing temp work. Attempting to save money but spending lots on drink. Fending for myself. That's the kicker. I'm feeling a little worn down, not that I didn't think this would happen at some point. It's hard not to have any comfort zone, i.e. a home. I felt it freshman year of college, but then it was a 4 hour drive, not a $600 flight that I'm not going to take. But yes, I'm a big girl now, and will wiggle and squirm until I'm stronger. But I just want to lie on a beach! Or in a cafe in Amsterdam. Or in my mom's house, eating and reading the paper.
Trying to be constructive when thinking about going home, rather than merely pining. My "real life" aversion tactic, upon graduation, is authorship. I'm going to get a waitressing job, and I'm going to write. I think. I've always had the whole "write a novel" idea floating around, but never really felt capable. That's changing, slowly but surely. (Thanks Anders).
Then there's the dream of being in the same city as my brother, provided he gets into Perpich, which I don't doubt, and my mom grants permission, which I do doubt.
But I think about it all the time. I just want us to be together. I want to know him.
Other than my whining, things are going well. I think spring might be around the bend, though I can't be sure. Different climate and all. But it's been sunny and warm. I can have my window open and see blue sky.
Also, I finished my paper of the week, which is good. So, I'm doing my best not to dwell, and to look on the bright side. Just a little grumpy.
Actually, nevermind. I'm just sober and sexually frustrated.
Jokes!