Term came to an end. I went home. And, unsurprisingly, I found it incredibly hard to adjust – nothing is easy when you feel like it’s sending you backwards. Where I was recovering from the two-and-a-bit months I’d spent here, I thought I was smacking my personality in the face over and over, and so, naturally, once January appeared I was gagging to get back.
Home hadn’t changed, save for the urge to be with friends more often. And when I got back to Southampton, it hadn’t changed either – same generic untidiness (thankfully no-one broke in), same stir-fry every night, same constant push by friends to go to the same rather undelightful nightclubs every night of the week. This made me rather happy.
Having done practically no work at all over Christmas, the imminent deadlines at the start of term were certainly fun. Consequences of this included a horribly written report, rushed presentation slides and the need of an all-nighter to build a Tetris-esque game – the night in question was actually quite damned funny due to the instant messenging and Facebook-based conversations being had with various other people in exactly the same situation as me. A real sense of community.
On the subject of Facebook, I have, as the ultimate test of endurance and perseverance, decided to ban myself from the site until exams come to a close. I am sure people will miss my zany status updates (this is a lie) and I believe this is the best decision I’ve ever made regarding my academic life.