Three and a half weeks to go.
The more I try to tell myself I’m not tired, the more tired I realise I actually am. I am not sure how much longer I’ll be able to endure this without feeling some kind of exhaustion. Working, studying, working again… In France, President Hollande proposed no homework for school students. I don’t doubt it’ll take ten years for all other countries to realise, “hey, this is actually a pretty good idea. It’ll be more organised, and there’ll be less work for teachers and students alike”.
As a child I loved school, and I loved learning new things. I probably liked lunchtime the least because I was a pretty lonely kid; I’d just follow other kids around until I got bored. The only time I was popular was when I initiated the Ghost Club and told everyone there was a ghost in the storeroom, and also by the time my hair was long enough to sit on.
I was diligent and did my homework every night; even managed to squeeze it in amid all my extracurricular activities, even when I only had Wednesdays free. As time went by I grew to dislike it. Since I was eleven, I wanted school to start at 8, finish at 6, include a dinner break and have no homework whatsoever. No one agreed with me. Everyone thought I was being ridiculous, even my classmates. Well, eat it up now. When you work full-time that’s what it is. When you work and only work, and don’t study, you come home and you don’t have to worry about this stupid thing called “homework”. You get home and everything at work stays at work and you don’t worry about it until the next day.
Naturally, that’s what it should be like. Schoolwork shouldn’t be done at home where students struggle and have no support and don’t have motivation, where they have distractions. Home should be a relaxing, safe environment. Not some haunted place where kids see maths equations in their sleep.
I’m listening to new music to get me by; there’s a ton of Australian music out there that just needs listening… currently, I’m delving my head into the new Regular John album Strange Flowers, as well as the new Ball Park Music album Museum. I’m also peering into the now disbanded but incalculable Montpelier, not to mention the gorgeous music by Founds, and the eclectic pop beats by The Belligerents. All music worth checking out… so do it. :)
I’m tired of university already. Just two lame classes in this week – no, wait, three – and then a horrible three weeks to go. A couple of pieces of work due this week, which I’ll flesh out alright. That includes my visual literacy essay in which we had to choose two images, at least one containing typography, and analyse them according to theory and write an essay. Obviously, I chose two Hey Geronimo pictures. One of the band and one of a tour poster. They’re my favourite band of the moment. I had to do anything to make the assignment fun. I’ve been trudging through everything day after day, upset that I haven’t had a spare moment to read some blogs, just too tired to do much. On Monday I didn’t work because I had a massive migraine, and I slept for most of the day. I managed to get some designing done for some fanlisting work, A Doctor Who related fanlisting – so at least that was progress on something – and I got most of my assignment done, not to mention get some illustrations done for my animation subject.
An informal exam next week, along with other weekly tasks… I don’t even know what to think anymore. I’m just waiting for the weeks to end because the end is coming closer and closer and closer. I can sleep more, I can dream more, I don’t have to worry about all that I’m worrying about now. I can worry only about work when I’m at work, I can go home and not worry about any work.
And we’ll see. Maybe until next March. When hell rises again.
Then again, I’ll be prepared. Come January, that’s when I’ll find out if I’ll be studying a further six months to acquire my Masters degree. If not, I’m stuck with a Graduate Diploma, but either is cool… I’m looking forward to those square hats again some time.