Sunday, November 05, 2006

Reading Week

It's crazy- I don't seem to have done any work so far anyway and suddenly I have a week off... Why has no one ever told me how marvellous it is to spend your time in a place where reading is regarded as work? (They certainly didn't think so at Newham library, the evil fuckers... they looked on reading, or even having ever read anything at all, as a sign of rebellion and anarchistic tendencies... but I digress) Although I have of course had weeks off before in my life, I have rarely since leaving school been given the chance to spend a week in my bedroom, maybe hobble down to Primark every couple of days, have a flick through some Shakespeare, play on my computer... I love it. Of course, the reason you never hear about what a wonderful time University is to do serious reading, get away from the torture of 9 to 5, enjoy a wee bit of intellectual stuimulation... is because only 18-year-olds go to university (by-and-large) and they're too busy setting off fire alarms in their halls and going to the union bar to enjoy themselves... Shut up, grandma...

3 comments:

woodscolt said...

Random question, sister - do you have a DVD player?

problemshelved said...

yes, two... why, do you want one?

woodscolt said...

Aces. Cheers!

Do you think Ma would appreciate a guidebook to Tangiers for her b'day?