Nothing's as good as a hike to the top: are you sure you're not an arts student? (Olle)

Uni life can be exhaustingg, OK?

Every once in a while, you actually have to do a lot of work. Especially, if you think of the non-teaching period as an opportunity to learn something new: namely to go travelling and experience Austalia.

So what if my money didn’t get me as far as Darwin this time. Thanks to a friend, my mates and I could borrow a car and go to the Grampians. Finally some time away from everything. Nothing’s as good as a hike to the top (if you’re one of those people who take this as a metaphor of live, have you ever considered arts?)

Living side by side with nature. All the men collected firewood, and all the women put up the tents. Ridiculous, I know. And that’s 21st century for you.  But it was actually rather nice to simply: be. Not for once thinking about the “further implications of identity as a performance in gender relations”. 

To be will do just fine for me. At least for a couple of days.

Another thing I liked about the holidays was the fact I had time to read books I wanted to read. I strongly recommend Jonathan Safran Foer, Joseph Heller’s Catch-21 and Terry Pretchett’s Discworld series. Yes, it’s hilarious. And oh so relieving.

A close friend of mine, who’s a third year, has so much to do that she reads “romantic novels” (chick flicks on paper). Whatever floats your boat, and makes you relax, I say. Maybe that’s why soap operas work.

 

As I got back to uni, I’ve tried not to think. But it’s like impossible. Reality hits you one way or another.  There is so much to think about. Like what subjects am I taking the next semester? Glad to say, I’m meeting up with an adviser. See how that goes.

Hike that mountain! Breathe the air and just be!

Or don’t even think about it…

Cheers Olle