The feeling after having done an exam is so so satisfying!
I wish I had something interesting to say but it’s just more wallowing in how much I don’t know about Romantic Literature and trying to make myself do more study.
SO MUCH STUDY TO DO AHHH
Whhhyyy did I leave all the studying until this week whhhyyyy
I can sacrifice study days when the alternative is spending time with friends and people I love 😊
Mum asked me today what I hoped to do with my Graduate Diploma in English Literature. I said I didn’t have a tangible output or outcome in mind, that I’m just studying English for the love of it.
I hate that neoliberalism has reduced our lives to ins and outs. Why can’t we just do things for the reason that they feed our soul, and not for a direct output? I mean, in general, I’m fine with the fact that my studying English is “aimless” (in that I’m not changing careers/ wanting to become an English teacher/ getting into the book industry) but every now and then, when I’m having one of my existential crises, I do wonder if I’m just squandering my very privileged life.