Sitting in a computer room that used to have significantly more students in it is weird.
right now there is me and two others. we’re all doing something.
I was meant to start studying a little while ago, but after I get this done (and the photo post) I will get stuck into it as I still have a lot to cover and very little time in which to cover it.
Still, it is weird. The sound of construction is outside. That hasn’t changed.
Inside it feels so empty. I guess that it’s good in a way as it means that if I so decide to do so, I can stretch myself out a little bit and take up far more space if I so desire.
There’s now a few more people in here, but it’s still relatively empty.
I imagine that there’s a lot of people studying in the library, vying for space.
It might be a little weird seeing the computer lab so empty, but at the same time I am glad as it means less noisy people.
Exams. I have talked about how I do not like exams. I do not like the cram and I am lnot liking study.
I am whinging. I am whinging hard, but it is still whinging.
I could probably do a little more right now, but instead I am not. I am sitting here, whinging about my fate and procrastinating so hard that I could be procrastinating harder. Probably. I don’t know.
Maybe I really should knuckle down for a little while, stick to burning all the information into my eyes.
Maybe I should keep on going on this. I don’t know.
I know that when I am done with this semester, I will be looking to go for a long walk into the bush and lose the whole day to what would be around me.
Maybe I’ll scream really loudly in some sort of anguish and pain.
Not that I will feel very much. I’ll probably feel really tired by the time that I’m done.
Well, soon the exams begin. The first one is tomorrow. On a Saturday. This is ridiculous. I’ll be expected to wear pants, or possibly shorts.
I want to lounge around in my underpants and not worry about anything for a while, but instead I’ll have to be present and do things and keep my knowledge topped up.
I’ll have to make sure that I am there on time and do the things that make me get the marks.
So much to remember and such little care about it all.
Can’t I just give up?
Of course I cannot.
Can’t I write something that is worth reading?
Of course I cannot.
Or do I?
Why all these questions?
Why am I wasting your time?
Why am I sitting here in a room full of strangers that is not full of strangers?
Too many questions, time to waste more time.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:08:42
This is bad.
I wanted to write about something else but I thought better of it.
Written at university.