Simply Felicious

Listening to: One - U2
Currently Reading: My Sister’s Keeper - Jodi Picoult

Okay so it’s one day to the start of uni - groan, moan,scream, mock stabbing and equally mock convulsions. There, all done. That’s the most amount of mourning I will allow myself for uni. Moving on.

I’ve been stuffing my face all weekend with caramel slices and choc fudge cookies, wonders meant to tempt the palate (which I ended up succumbing to multiple times), by lazing around in bed and gossiping; this was how I intended to spend the last weekend of my semester holidays - in a wanton display of careless abandon accompanied by frequent bouts of gluttony. It worked and I am thoroughly pleased by how it’s ending.

I mean if I have to give up  endless days of sleeping in, trailing around the house in PJs and stuffing my face with every delightful chocolate delicacy to go back to a routine that is only dictated by how many assignments need to be handed up, endless amounts of tests that need to prepared for and being stuck in the labs for hours, it is only right that we go out with a bang, albeit a lazy and chocolatey one.

So throw at me what you will, you heartless academicians. I admit that in the first semester of this year, you whooped my ass and I barely made it through alive and did well enough to be satisfied but I am still numb by the magnitute of the ass busting that took place. The first six months of our second year gave me a bitter taste of what it means to truly pursue a science degree. I was burdened with assignment after blinking assignment, so that right up until the exams, the shock never wore off, and I prepared and sat for those exams as though it was but another assignment.

So go ahead, pile them on, for now I know that having survived the first six months of the second year, I can therefore say that I can and bloody will survive the next five months. So give me your assignments and I will give them back to you, on time, completed and by God’s grace, will have done them with as much heart as I can possibly muster. So give me your long prac hours and I will, by God’s grace, at least pretend to endure them with such grace and dignity that you will amaze at my tenacity and mental capacity. And then throw at me those exams that, I know you will ensure, shocks us to our very cores…and I will prepare for them, sit for them and by God’s grace, do well enough to give due credit to God, make my parents happy, my family proud and give this Big Talk session the slightest bit of credibility.

And then I will temporarily bid adieu to your institute and return home for a long awaited and much deserved holiday with my loved ones. I will forget your assignments and your cold, cold stones for hearts, and I will revel in Christmas and the joy that comes with it. I will disregard your bitterness as non-feeling subhumans whose only goal in life is to  make students suffer, and throw my youth in your face by celebrating my 21st birthday.

I will shop like there is no tomorrow, and lounge in front of the TV (with cable!!) with my remote control at my side, and have long (and short!) gossip sessions with my friends over coffee and ice cream, extreme jamming sessions and the inevitable neccesary jogging  and yoga sessions to avoid those extra pounds, for who wants to look fat on Christmas? I will have fun for hours on end and you will be but the furthest thought on my mind, for then, you would not matter.

I will have the vacation of my life and you will not be able to stop me.

And till that day, I will give these last few months of my second university academic year, my all. Literally this will be my 100% so that when I walk away and take that plane home at the end of the year I can do so without a doubt in my mind that I deserve my 3 month break. And although I know I will have to see you again for the final year of my degree, that is but another bridge that I will cross when I come to it and for now, this is the terrain that I must traverse.

By God’s grace, nothing will stand in my way.