I think it’s safe to say that winter is officially here. I can occasionally see my breath in my house and queuing to get into clubs is now out of the question, while the clubs themselves are beginning to make a packet off the cloakrooms. Negativity aside, I actually quite like this time of year for some reason. It gives you more of an excuse to hug people and stuff.
So far this year has been an absolute coursework onslaught. Eric Cooke, our senior tutor, warned us last year of a virus that can circulate amoung students which forces the impulsive missing-of-lectures – I have very much caught this and am currently losing my sense of taste, so to speak. Taste for knowledge. (deep.) Last week I didn’t manage to attend anything that happened before eleven o’clock, and am currently suffering the consequences of this; going through lecture slides by yourself is of course totally fun and awesome. Love it.
Compared to the other couple of semesters I’ve been through, this one has not been at all easy – it started out looking quite similar to last year but for a large number of reasons (mainly sheer volume of work) it is so, so much more difficult. To reiterate my message to first years: please enjoy it while you can.