It's that time of term. I've handed in all my essays, papers and whatnot. Next week I'm writing two exams, Monday and Friday. After that I have 6 weeks to complete my research paper. After that - hello Trimester 2! One paper only. Sweet bliss.
I'm supposed to be studying but my brain feels as if it has reached saturation point and simply won't take anything else in. One of my friends remarked how Honours is really chilled throughout the term and then all of a sudden becomes really scary as exams approach. It's not so much a matter of whether you know the work, but rather, are they going to ask questions in such a way that you will be able to apply what you know to it?
I always panic myself into a state about exams and then end up doing fine. But the ante has been upped now and there is always that little bit of doubt at the back of your mind. Then again, if you didn't have that bit of doubt I think you'd be rather stupid. And so all of it is capital indeed and I've just got to get through this coming week without my head esploding.
In other news: Fuck you, BP. You are a piece of shit. You're dragging your heels, trying to find a "solution" to your monumental fuck up when you have all the money in the world to solve it. Why don't you stuff that leak with all the investors you are so desperately trying to placate?
(Picture by Michael Trahan)
Can't wait to get back to writing the second half of Book One of the Strickland Diaries after exams are done.
Watched the opening game of the World Cup between Bafana Bafana and Mexico. The Boys, whilst getting off to a shaky start, ended up playing a hell of a game. Hero of the day was Siphiwe Tshabalala who fired a tremendous goal straight past Mexico's goalie into the top corner of the net. Ladumaaaaa!
If they can build on what they gave us in their first game, I don't see why we can't win another one or two matches. That would be a great result for South Africa. We sure have come a hell of a way in sixteen years. Thank you Madiba, and bless the Rainbow Nation.