- blink - and it's gone

Last night I submitted my paper, which was completed at least to an acceptable state. 14 hours later, sitting in the library, looking at overviews of the Shakespearean plays we have studied, I found some quotes which would have been quite helpful in the context of the essay.

They say that a woman's work is never done. It's not. Especially when she is a student.

In forty-eight hours (oh to be able to say forty-two!), the first term will be finished and we will be reeling in shock after having completed our exams. In another six weeks, the next batch of papers are due. Tempus fugit indeed!

Being here makes me appreciate the world of literature - there are so many books, so many interesting things to study, so much potential for knowledge and wisdom. . .

the ninth hour

It's the last minute crunch before the end - the final exam that concludes half of my undergraduate education. Granted, the milestone isn't as large as that of finalizing that education, but it is a pillar of a kind.

Had we but world enough, and time,

This last-minute studying were no crime.

Time slips past so quickly, it's wingéd chariot hurrying near. [No, I did not write a seventeenth century exam a few days ago and just quote Andrew Marvell.]

crunch

Two weeks from today will be my last day of exams.

Two weeks from today, I will be able to go home for a full two weeks; spend time with family and friends, bake cookies, catch up on sleep, read a book purely for enjoyment (perhaps getting through textbooks properly)

skating, singing [loudly and off key], snowmen...

late nights curled up beside a fireplace with quiet music and a steaming mug of hot chocolate...

kids and mittens, glowing from the cold...

these are a few of my favourite things that make home wonderful