One exam to go. Summer school sucks. I would quite like to never have to do summer school again, or first semester for that matter. I wonder if when Ethan is older I will be gutted that I didn’t just chill out and enjoy these precious 5 years at home with him. Instead my mind is consumed with the mundane details of contract law, tort, and the even more mundane and (I think) trivial musings of organisation scholars. YAWN. So, it’s 10.26pm and for a while longer I will frantically try and cram some more essays into my head to regurgitate in the morning.
And then, on Thursday I will begin to read a novel. The first one in over a year! I can barely contain my excitement.
Wish me luck!