Chapter Thirty: Out of Time! (~jinghan)
I’m sitting on the train reading my book. “Sugar and Spice” says the cursive writing on the pretty pink cover. The thing about books is, you always feel like the lives that you are reading about are nice and under-control, even when the protagonist is having a personal crisis. Occasionally I convince myself that my life is like a book, and then go write in my blog about how my life is all nice and crazy-but-controlled like in books, but heck, the blunt honest truth at the moment is: I have no time in my life!!!!!!!!! Between being in lectures, studying at home, and sleeping the only time I seem to have is eating time, travelling time and brushing my teeth time.
God look at those arts students with their two hour lunch breaks every day, or those commerce students with their one day a week off, my friend doing health sciences at La Trobe only had to go into uni three days this week! Even other science students seem to have time to spare at the end of their day. Me? I’m sitting at home typing at speed into the blog editor because I really want to write a blog but can’t afford the time.
In a week in order to keep up with things I need to: read two chapters of my physics text book, do my physics tute sheet, read and do exercises for the previous weeks maths lectures, finish project of the week (whichever subject it happens to be this time), do my readings for my Breadth, listen to my clashed informatics lecture on lectopia… oh and don’t forget to read and submit physics pre-lab. Recently I seem to have adopted the habit of doing all this work from 7:30-11pm on mondays to thursdays. But this week my evenings have been snatched away by a couple of meetings and seminars and I am in crisis!
Who knows what I do on weekends. I haven’t developed a consistency yet. (I like it better when life is a little bit more predictable. Not monotonous-predictable, but don’t-have-to-keep-looking-in-my-planner predictable.) I spend last weekend a) catching up on sleeping b) guilting about not studying b) doing the epic last-question of my maths assignment (which I then photocopied for fear that they would lose my epic attempt at answering that epic last question) And despite the sense of achievement of item c) it still feels like I could have got some other study out of the way.
Today I sat down to stick a chocolate wrapper into my journal (hey it was the first time I had come across a Cadbury fair-trade chocolate bar, you’d understand if you’ve ever had delicious happiful fair-trade chocolate.) and frankly I wish I had more time to do un-productive but meaningful things like that. I am sick of feeling guilty for every second that I don’t spend studying.
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… though now that I’ve said that, if I just stopped feeling guilty for every second I don’t spend studying, then my life would be fine. Ha ha! I’ll work on it. I’ll learn to be more lazy. I promise.