I’m starting my third week in London and it seems that I’m in denial. I’m in denial that I’m not just here to hang out with new friends, eat food, go clubbing and bar hopping, and sleep. No, it looks like I’m also signed up for classes at Queen Mary University of London. I don’t know how it happened, but it looks like I’m stuck.
Ask anybody (and by anybody I clearly mean my Mom) and they’ll tell you that I’m excellent at time management. I’m the kind of student that gets an assignment and does it that day or the next. I love being ahead of my work and on top of my studies. It helps keep my anxiety in check.
However classes, or should I say modules, here are so different! Not only is this my first semester without two lab periods, but instead of meeting two to three times a week you meet once a week for either two hours straight or one hour with a break until your next class. [For Evolution my break is only one hour while for Neurobiology and Madness and Medicine in Modern Britain it’s three. Text, Art and Performance in London goes for two hours straight.] So even if you feel like you learned everything possible about action potentials one week, the next week when you finally have class again you magically don’t remember anything that you learned the previous week. Or the week before. Or ever.
On the bright side, I’m finally learning how to procrastinate! Wait.. that’s not good. Mommy, if you’re reading this, that said ‘learning how to live in the library’. Because you have an entire week to complete your assignments, it’s easy to say “Oh, I’ll just do it tomorrow”. Then, before you know it, tomorrow becomes the day before it’s due and you’re still typing a blog post instead of doing your stupid homework. Mommy, that said ‘still typing a blog post after having finished extra credit assignments’. Your eyesight must be going.
Well, time to finish the homework due… in two weeks? Can’t say I didn’t try, Mommy.
Cheers
P.S. Below is a picture of Marissa, Courtney and I studying in the library.
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