Feeling upbeat for the coming exams. The extraordinarily sparse schedule gives me more than sufficient time to study, but is it adequate? Everything's been rumbling on just fine, life is like an unstoppable nuclear-powered locomotive, charging on regardless of anything.
Trying to deal with things my own way, although it may be the hard way. Sometimes, after banging your head repeatedly on the same bloody wall, you'd tell yourself that the wall's coming down sooner or later. Not very smart, eh?
Anyway, seriously looking forward to the break now, a chance to recharge, regroup, hit the gym at 10pm and clear my head. As I found out in the last summer break, gym sessions at night when it's only you, yourself, and the weight machines, are particularly therapeutic, despite the permanent stench of sweat in the air-conditioned room full of steel and bars. Running on the treadmill view a of the sea, ESPN on the telly above, iPod on full with in-ear headphones, you have time for yourself.
Think about it, when was the last time you had a nice 'me-time'. Normally, you're the dutiful son, the hardworking student, the careful driver, the loyal partner, the go-to guy, the best friend, the not-so-best friend, the brilliant mathematician, the hope of the generation...
When were you just... you..?