For how many contact hours I have this semester I should really be writing more.
Things around Edinburgh have been in that weird stage of ‘IamextremelystressedbutalsostrangelycalmshouldIbeworriedaboutthis?’
If you know the feeling you know, and if you don’t oh, my sweet summer child.
Apologies for not writing as much, but in reality, I don’t think you’d find my general bouncing and bopping interesting. However! I was convinced otherwise by a few devote readers of my illustrious list of mild inconveniences to detail more about the mundane facts of my existence.
Since you’ve last heard from me:
I went to the Cairngorms with the EUMC. We stayed a cute lil bunkhouse because Scottish winter is very cold and there isn’t enough sunlight to justify camping. I went running without any knee braces and suffered no ill side effects. I’ve been rehabbing my knees religiously because I don’t want to have to wear braces anymore. I also walked to see some prehistoric standing stones.
I started a 120 hour online TEFL course. This will let me teach english as a foreign language. Just more options, I guess.
I submitted my second essay for Early Medieval Sexualities.
I went to see The Favourite and Mary, Queen of Scots. I don’t know why 2019 has become the year of historical female power dramas but I’m living for it! The films aren’t totally historically accurate, but honestly, sometimes historical purists need to calm down and enjoy themselves ffs.
The EUMC had our Burn’s Ceilidh. Burn’s Night is a Scottish holiday to celebrate the poet Robert Burns. Each year the lads and lassies of the EUMC write crass poems about each other to be read aloud at the ceilidh. My poem was about how I find skeletal remains more interesting than living people, and I mean, I could be offended… but, it’s true?
I woke up the next morning with sore arms and bruises from being 1) swung around during ‘strip the willow’ and 2) purposely throwing myself and my dance partners at other people for funnies (Sorry Alven, Erling, and Ben). Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise: ceilidhs are a contact sport set to fiddles and drums. And. I. Love. It.
I’m still plugging away at my dissertation and the last of my coursework. At the moment, I have three essays, a presentation, and my dissertation.
BUT! Everything is done by 8 April.
It’ll be a stress-fess for the next two months – but it has to get done, so it’ll get done.
All the work has to get done because my loving parents booked a holiday on 9 April. I was told this was booked in the same vein as when my dad sent me my Christmas present right before exams. Physically, the gift was an Xbox, but, you see, this was only a metaphor for the actual gift: a lesson in self-control and discipline…
But! I will be free from uni soon. Then I can spend my days working on my novel, and finally, have some peace.