Work, Exams, And Everything.

We've reached that time again. The Summer, once the herald of freedom and leisure, has become synonymous with work, and pressurised examinations. All over the globe, kids and adults of all ages are spending hours pretending to study with diligence, and purpose. Of course this is not the case. Procrastination quickly becomes the order of the day. For those unlucky few who are forced to work under the stern glare of parents, i must send my condolences. I dont know that i would have survived the slog of A levels had i not been able to merely pretend to work, and actually spend my days doing anything but. We dreamed of the time when parents would leave the house for a few hours, leaving the oppurtunity to not have to pretend to work, in  itself a stressfull pursuit.
One thing i have found is that being at Uni makes working much, much harder. Whilst we may have spent hours avoiding work at home, at least having a parent force us to do some meant that it did eventually get done. There is no such pressure at University. I am free to wile away my hours playing computer games, and playin guitar until its ttime for bed.
In light of this, I have but one thing to say. and that is that; "Mum. I am grateful! I might have hated you for it but it got done in the end. So thank you mother". There comes a time in every mans life when he must admit that he is wrong and that perhaps the way things were going were not the best way to do things. Without your berations, punishments, and endless insistance that i must 'make a plan' i would not have become the wildly average student i am today!
And so we look on with ever increasing pessimism for the days ahead, looking foward to the time when all is done and dusted, and we can say 'fuck it' to the result and have a well earned break. Because lets be honest, those couple of hours we actually spent working really took it out us, and the endless thinking of ways to distract ourselves from worthwhile pursuits is simply exhausting. I myself started this blog! and battled my way throuigh all of sweet home alabama on guitar, something im sure will come in handy when i open my Textual Analysis paper tomorrow afternoon. All i have left to say to those about to die on the sword of examination is, "close your eyes, tuck your head, and pray for daylight!" the end will come.

Fingers crossed! 

Ben