I am the nocturnal student. I am the student who adores artificial light and detests the sun. I am the student who abhors the daybreak…perhaps I am the only one in the midst of so many…
There are others like me I am sure. Brain completely messed up by studying, that prefer the silent night that creeps like a fold of black cloth to cover the evil, evil daylight…yeah I’ll stop now. Don’t want to be thought of as bordering on vampirism do I now?
But yes. I am slowly turning into a nocturnal student. My concentration improves in artificial light. The night takes away all the silly, silly people outside my flat that are constantly arguing over the limited parking spaces available. My flat is stupidly close to the new London shopping centre Westfield, although I’m not sure that contributes to the problem that much. People arguing over parking spaces provides most of my daytime entertainment especially when a lorry gets stuck too (people park both sides of the street, leaving a single lane for everything else).
The night takes away the distractions generally. I’m not sure why I seem to prefer artificial light. Revision grinds to a halt when it is bright and sunny. This isn’t because I hate the sun. This is when I fall asleep. Friends have muttered something about a lack of melanism.
Revision is going ok. I suppose. Not sure how much I’m actually learning though. I am not the eternal optimist when it comes to revision or for that matter exams. I seem to work best under rather extreme pressure that I seem to habitually put myself through, which be warned is not the best method to go by. Although this time I have tried to avoid this mistake by looking at the volume I have to study several weeks before my exams. My first one is in 11 days…shhh!
Picked some of notes up from the clutter on my bedroom floor only to find a little green caterpillar attached to them. Since I’ve not had my window open because I can’t get it open these days (It’s one of those wooden ones where the pulley system is unbalanced or something) I was slightly surprised as to how it got in. Nevertheless having a soft spot for the poor green thing, I took it outside and deposited it on the tree I thought it might have come from. It had a bit of a nibble on my finger as I was getting it downstairs. I wondered vaguely if one day I’d wake up and there would be more of them nibbling my curtains or something.
Amongst other thoughts: I had noodles the other night. The kind you make with hot water with a sauce sachet. Having not had such simple student fare since first year, my immediate thoughts were for the student stereotype. You know the one, where all they live off is noodles, takeaways, and occasionally beans on toast. The student stereotype is a lie I thought. How can anyone live off just noodles? Are there really students out there who do just live on noodles and other such stereotype food? Without ingesting vegetables for months at a time? Is the student stereotype a lie with regards to food? What do you think?