sirisa clark

the things I do and the words I choose

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Pleh. A freshers’ cold has got me laid up in bed, which means no parties, no poetry, no err, phun.

On the plus side it does give me the opportunity to get a head start on some of my reading for the course. So far so heavy-going – I thought this was an introductory course! Why do I already feel out of my depth?

I hope things will start to get a little bit easier when I start going to lectures and seminars and actually discussing some of these things with other people, but god help me if it doesn’t.

In other news, Japan has set off a terrible burst of wanderlust within me. I keep trying to persuade Ben that we should have a weekend city break in Berlin this December, and he keeps helpfully reminding me that I am a student now, with no money to spend galivanting. Damned pragmatist.