Revision break.

In case you haven’t read The Spark, I am a Physics undergraduate. And in case you’re not a student yourself, at the moment it is exam season for a lot of us. So although it’s 7am now, I’ve been here in the library since 3am working on algebraic thingammywotsits for my exam later on Waves and Vibrations. (That’s a very technical term, you understand.)

And then I thought: how better to inject some joy into my life than to do a little writing? So here I am.

This is just a little ramble, to be honest. A lot of things have been happening of late, from the whole ruckus over SOPA and PIPA to more personal worries, like my marks for the semester. Nice things occasionally rear their beautiful faces, though.

Life would be nothing without its little moments of grace. Sharing biscuits with a despairing English student in the library. The realisation that, in a few short hours, a friend will be coming to visit to give you post-exam cupcakes. Sitting back to think about things like these and share them with the world… It helps to relieve the stress. It lets you smile and remind yourself:

Life is good.

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It’s not the end of the world…

Well, it seems the Rapture has passed us by, for the umpteempth time. Students here have been worrying more about their impending exams than the end of the world, at any rate.

Lately, I really need to follow my own advice about looking for quintconsequentials. As I said in my last post, life has been getting rather stressful lately, and the little things have been getting washed out to sea by my own personal, rising tide of exam stress.

I’ve had a few today, though. A blackbird sang to me at head height, not two foot away as I walked to the library. Hearing just how much noise such a small bird could make was amusing.

I know it’s a sudden change of subject (this is a blog, after all) but I had a look at my site stats today. It was a little disheartening, but hardly surprising considering the amount of time I’ve been putting into my writing lately. I’m using my break from writing lab reports as an excuse to write this, and I’m very glad I did. It’s calmed my nerves already; it’s brought a small, satisfied, cat-like smile to my face. It’s nice. Nice to be able to have a little eye-of-the-storm where I can put down anchor for a few minutes, before being swept up again into that maelstrom, Life.

In writing this, I’ve just reminded myself that perhaps it’s not the end of the world, after all.

The Post Office:

Disclaimer:

'Quintconsequential' is a word of my own invention, despite the definition in the style of the Oxford English Dictionary featured on the site. By all means, use it, whisper it, shout it from the rooftops. But please, remember that you heard it here first!