Free At Last

In fairness, finishing my first term of Uni isn’t quite up there with gaining civil rights plus I am a middle-class white boy. Nonetheless, and though it shall pass, for the moment I am sitting in bed with coffee just feeling as if some tyrannical yoke – of capitalist oppression? Apologies, still writing for exams – has been lifted. If I were on the other side of this post I should scoff at the whingeing student bleating away. From this side all I can remark on was how bloody tough it has been this first term.

I imagine it is largely to do with my congenital idleness married to the first formal academic environment since school finished some *ahem* twenty years ago. It was a shock. On induction day we had warnings about trying to do anything else other than study. Two day long lectures plus one, one hour tutorial a week  meant I indulged in a small snort of derision. I was so very wrong. Part-time job has gone, much socialising has gone, girlfriend has gone and application has steadily increased. Although I am not up to the additional voluntary thirty hours a week of self-directed input suggested, I am creeping towards it.

All I need to do today is get ready to go to Canuckistan by buying dollars, chucking a few shirts in a bag and indulging in totally guilt-free feelings of excitement that precipitate a trip home to B.C.

If you are my mother’s neighbour in Canada and are reading this then I remember your kind remarks and will drop by to say hello. Two options for you are now available: battening down the hatches, turning off the lights and cowering in a back room pretending you are not in (a very British way of dealing with Trick or Treaters incidentally) or alternatively, mines an egg-nog laced with rum thank you very much.

These last two to three weeks has been a time of a relentlessly steady but minutely incremental application of pressure. If anyone wants to know about the Hegelian dialectic approach to crude Marxist theory please don’t expect me to enlighten you. No essays, no revision and no exams. Free, free at last. Well until next January.

Bah Humbug

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4 thoughts on “Free At Last

  1. On a lazy-arsed stoodent income you can afford a Christmas holiday in Canada? There’s something seriously wrong with our education system methinks.

    Don’t forget your homework.

    1. Assume is a contraction of Ass U & Me.

      Plenty of reading on the foundation of the EIC and the Spice Trade.

      Thank you for your concern, I love you too. Have a great Christmas.

  2. So, the freedom of which you speak is entirely fictitious. You will undoubtedly have a wonder holiday, provided the supply of suitably enhanced eggnog is in limited supply.

    1. I am actually going to have to do a fair bit of reading and dare I say notetaking on the EIC and the spice trade. Still, I find that all fascinating and upon my return will need to visit the National Archives, the BL and the Natl Maritime Museum Greenwich before term starts. Who says being a Historian ain’t a funky thang?

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