I think I'll find a way to enjoy writing during my actual papers, but for now, the preparation part of it all is quite the contrary.
Each day segues into night, and hours weave into one another in one fluid study-filled mass. Familiar faces, places and pages till I finally write my final sentence and be done with it all.
I've begun to wonder recently if everyone takes this as seriously as they should.
Quite honestly, some of the rubbish that goes on is rather appalling. My level has it's bright ones, but littered around these are characters who have sunk so low that I would not have thought it was possible. And I worry for some of my friends who seem to be in too close a radius with these questionable persons for my comfort. I contemplated saying something this morning, but found that my attention could not be held long enough to motivate to do any more than just turn back to my mounds of material.
Above all, though, I'm glad to have found a fulfilling pattern with the right mix of people. Paul once (no, twice) told me that my classmates feed off each others' academic energies. I wholly agree, and am delighted to share in this atmosphere.
Hello November.
