There’s nothing quite like the euphoria of having handed in all the big assignments and coming out on the other side of the due date victorious. I have no assignments to hand in for weeks and it’s the best feeling ever. Not to mention that I was worried about not finishing on time but I did! Take that, Thomas Edison!
And you know what? Of those two assignments, one I felt exactly how I always feel about my assignments, but the other I kicked ass I did so great and I’m going to get a first! Whatever a first is. I’ve been here for over a year and a half and I still haven’t figured out the UK grading systems. A first is like an A, I think? But we get marked with percentages, and instead of going “first, second, third”, the system goes “first, two-one, something else” and it’s very easy to get mixed up in your head.
Now that I’ve handed in everything from last semester, I can focus on other stuff…like the homework that’s already accumulated this first week that I put aside in order to finish my assignments. Thankfully, I have what I call “good homework”. What is this mysterious myth called “good homework”? Well for example, I’m reading How to Train Your Dragon by Cressida Cowell for my Fiction for Children class and I need to watch more tv shows for my scriptwriting class. That’s good homework.
I don’t know if my jet lag is just really bad this time around, but I haven’t gotten a proper night’s sleep since I got here. It’s not even six yet, I haven’t had dinner, but I’m trying really hard not to fall asleep right now. The funny thing is that no matter how early or late I go to bed—sometimes 7pm, other times like last night, 1am–I always wake up at about 3am. No reason for it, I just kind of open my eyes and my alarm clock with the glow-in-the-dark hands will say something between 3 and 3:15 and I’ll swear and close my eyes pretending I was never awake. But then I can’t go back to sleep. It’s like a curse.
So I owe you a film post, and a decor post, and a fashion post. Tomorrow’s a weeklies post, so I’ll just tack something to that because I don’t know I’m tired so I’m going to stop here. gnighthdfyuhjj…
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