It’s Monday again. During my 3 years at University I could not understand the fascination with weekends. ‘That Friday feeling’ was alien to me, especially in 3rd year, when weekends meant long days in the library and doing more work than in the weekdays. But now, at the tender age of 21, I have fallen victim to the exaggerated appreciation of weekends. Friday was my complementary relaxation evening, no socialising, no exercise, just a good book, an open fire and my pyjamas. Saturday began dishing out pretzels and cleaning up after the students of the £20,000 a year fees (£30,000+ for boarders). While I begrudge their ungrateful attitudes and assumptions of the dinner lady stereotype, I will also admit that I often held the same view whilst I was at school. I had an overwhelming urge to tell these privileged children that I actually have a reputable degree, and worked as a dinner lady only for 6 and ½ hours, to supplement my meagre £35 a week allowance whilst working full time for my graduate internship.
I spent an enjoyable evening at the local fireworks stuffing my face with a very nice Scout-provided burger followed by a bottle of wine at the pub! My uni friend and I indulged ourselves in a full country weekend on the Sunday, popping down to the war memorial for Remembrance Day followed by a muddy walk through the fields. I taught Annie about Kentish Oast houses; hop-pressing buildings that I naively didn’t realise until very recently could only be found in Kent! We then visited a very nice pub, had a wintry Sunday roast and curled up with an afternoon movie and a fire. Following my quick afternoon nap, I spent my evening choreographing a class for dancing tonight - I’ll let you know how my teaching ability goes! |
About meI enjoy writing and have had experience from my degree and through working on news posts. I hope to use this blog as a summary of extraordinary things I've discovered or witnessed in everyday life. Archives
March 2020
|