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i miss uni.
i miss actually going there. waking up early, biking through the morning cold and walking across campus to get to my seminar. or perhaps having to set out a a bit earlier because i need to drop off some books or print my notes. i miss the crowded hallways and getting out of breath climbing up to the fourth floor twice a day. i miss bumping into people i know and chatting with them for a few minutes while we snack, going for lunch and sitting way too long in the canteen. i miss having to eat in front of the lecture halls because the dining hall is too full, and waiting too long in the cafeteria to buy my favourite cookie inbetween classes, only to go running back. i miss sitting next to someone in class. i miss raising my hand, the small talk before the lecture starts and staying a bit longer after. i even miss my heavy backpack and professors opening the windows even when it’s cold outside.
the “i still haven’t done this” and “i don’t really understand this either”. casually going to the library, sitting next to my friends, each of us working on something else. having friends meet me at the cafeteria for a coffee because i need a break from essay writing. the back and forth between campus, library and faculty and the conversations with whomever decided to walk with me.
of course there will be time when i get out of uni and start working and none of this will be part of my everyday life. i just didn’t expect that it would happen now, at the end of my bachelor’s and beginning of master’s. i wish i could go back a year to tell myself to enjoy the mundane, the seemingly meaningless moments that i would now give everything for.
first week of the new (in person) semester is behind me now, it was exhausting! but glad to be back
so i’ve been listening to this while writing the past few nights and let me tell you, i’m just vibing to ambience music now!
again, writing my term paper, vibing to the different ambience videos! (embarrassingly, I’ve been listening to this the past few nights while writing because the weather here just makes me think of Forks lol)
there’s just something about it being late august, the sky being grey for days, contrasting with the still vibrantly green trees reminding me of summer. the sound of rain and cold breeze creeping in through the open windows, relicts of the warm evenings.
We all know people on both sides of the debate: Should parents let their kids sleep in their bed? Should pet owners let their cat, dog or chinchilla cuddle with them while they slumber? While the jury is still out on what’s best in those situations, what about graduate students who similarly let what’s most important to them pile into their beds? Sleeping with books, often multiple books at one time, is a widespread but much-ignored issue for which imperial research is lacking. Until we have hard data that shows that, yes, falling asleep nuzzled next to de Certeau will in fact improve your time to degree, or that the medieval dream visions inspired by snoozing alongside Chaucer actually outline into a viable prospectus, I recommend the book bassinet ($9.99, Target). All of your comprehensive exam texts and embarrassing self-help books are still within arm’s reach should you need them (or vice versa), but the compartmentalizing message of this arrangement establishes a firm - and chic - boundary between you and the world’s greater corpus of primary and secondary literature. Fits snugly under most nightstands to minimize tripping on your way to the bathroom in the middle of the night following a coffee binge. Any basket-type container will do, really; just make sure that the sides are high enough so that the books won’t be able to crawl out. Pleasant dreams.
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“They’re talking about things of which they don’t have the slightest understanding, anyway. It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FRANZ KAFKA!!!
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