It’s a cold, wet day. Rain has been falling for most of the night, as far as I’m aware.

I’m sure that there’s been some reprieve, but let’s just go with the idea of it raining all night.

There currently is a reprieve in the rain, but it is no less cold for it.

A large area of mostly constructed environment is where I am.
It is that place known as university. It is supposedly a rich location of education and learning, and I guess that really is what it is.

Don’t want to be here, blah blah blah. Nearly at the end, blah blah blah.

At least I currently have this lecture theatre to myself. Not for much longer, but right now I do and that is probably the best I can hope for, all things considered.

Well, I don’t know what all of the things that need to be considered are, but I do know that at the moment it is mine. Not for much longer as soon students will be pouring through the doors and into the seats. However, for now it is mine and mine along. I sit here, waiting, warming up slightly.

The cold bites this morning. However, it does not impeded the act of getting things done.

I certainly write a lot of crap.

Am I ready for learning? No. Are you ready for learning? Perhaps more than I am. However, right now I’d rather not. There are many other things that I’d rather tackle, but there is no time, for the act of study rules my life as much as it can and forces my to put aside those that I find genuinely productive in order to be stressed and under the pump by things that I no longer do.

I guess all that I’m doing at the moment is whinging. Being a bit dramatic, but it’s that time of the morning and the music is right for it. Got the right music for a little bit of pointless drama of the internal variety which leads to me spewing it all out here, of course.

Today it’s all about oceanography, followed by a healthy dose of trying to get to work as quickly as possible, followed by getting home to go to sleep so I can do it all again tomorrow.

Tomorrow it’s all about… the same thing, except no work after. That’s a plus, I guess.

Only a few more minutes remain before my no longer being alone in this room.

Or seconds, it seems. People have now begun to show up and as such it is time to put the things away.

Wait. There’s still a number of minutes before the first lecture of the second trimester beings.

I still have time to embrace in something. Maybe I should just leave the room. Get out and float about for a little while.

Maybe I should actually just prepare to knuckle down for a number of minutes and discover some new things.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:53:28

So I’m not looking forward to this semester, but I should be a bit more optimistic I guess.
More important, more productive things to take care of.

Written at UNSW.