Summer's lease

Sep 21, 2005 12:43

And summer's lease hath all too short a date Shakespeare, Sonnet XVIII

Perhaps. My summer vacations lasted way too long. I shall be going back to London on Sunday, to face another winter of discontent, which should at least be more exciting than what I have been doing here (watching my fingernails grow). I have always liked London in winter; when it's cold, wet and grey. These are the times when walking awround London feels like a journey into a Sherlock Holmes mystery.

Things I have planned for next year:
1. Start swimming going to the gym regularly. Beatrice has promised to drag me along, kicking and screaming if necessary.
2. I have only just received confirmation from my former tutor, now a professor, that I can be her research assistant for the purpose of collating information for the second edition of her book. All she has to do now is to get the funding from the Centre for European Law.
3. Try to get into the LLB/JD programme
4. Get a few internships in the city
5. Play in a band

What I fear above all is the prospect of spending precious hours of my life staring into the middle space in front of me. I hope these best-laid plans keep me busy.
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