I like sessions with DB a lot. I have said this before. But really Latin prose comp is the only time every fortnight that I get to check in with the other four classicists here all together, and it always makes me feel better. I get so lost in my own essay crises that I don’t realise there is a whole colony of people all around who are just the same. We all have essays that need to be done for Thursday that we’re only just starting…
And in his lovely, flippant-ironic way, he made us rate our moods as well, out of ten. I realised I was actually about an 8, that I was not excessively tired, or stressed, or ill, that I was having a pretty good day, and… that made all the difference really. I walked home thinking good thoughts.
I accidentally pickpocketed Matt last night. I hadn’t thought I’d get away with it, but I did, and then I got distracted and completely forgot about my sheer cunning until I was getting into pajamas at 2am and realised I still had his coin purse in the pocket of my jeans. I’m such a psychopath.
Anyways. Two minutes til leaving for choir and I’m still chewing. Faster! Then tonight it’s back to the essay – perhaps in the computer room so that I can’t be distracted. An essay crisis is still an essay crisis, regardless of how many other people have them.