So I thought I’d give everyone an idea of how it is to go home after a term of hell, and still have three pieces of coursework to do, and a terms worth of notes to revise/write-up/go over.
Since Christmas day I have woken up early (ie before 10 am) once, and spent a large amount of time talking to my family. I ventured out of the house on Boxing Day to go for an hour long dog walk with the family, and the next day went for an hour and a half long dog walk. I then went to Tom’s house in an epic race across Devon to get there half an hour after I said I would, in order to have dinner with a very large, very loud family who used to be their neighbours. I’ve also been to the opposite end of Devon to visit my gran in her new house.
Up to this moment in time:
Pieces of coursework written = 1/2 (that’s a half).
Number of lectures gone over = 0.
Nightmares and sleepless nights over the amount of work I still have to do = 3.
Christmas dinners eaten = 1.
Number of meals involving turkey = 4.
Meals involving Christmas gammon = 3.
Amount of chocolate eaten = immeasurable.
If I keep up this way, I will reach the end of the holiday fat, tired and stressed out. Who said relaxing is easy?