I have been released.
How to describe the moment I left the exam hall? It’s a mixture of the following two clips.
Watch from the beginning of the clip to experience the journey of this year.
Then skip to 1:37 if you get bored of it.
Watch from 1:40:25
No more late nights at the library, unhealthy diets and panic attacks.
No more irritating people in the silent library zones. One of them was oblivious to the fact that his nose made a wheezy sound whenever he inhaled and exhaled.
No more sights of people studying hardcore. The diagrams, textbooks and glum faces gave me one too many nervous pangs.
I’m not sure how to continue this post.
It’s been a while since I did anything human.
I’ve been living in a cave.
A little bit like Howl’s room:
But less dreamy and romantic.
Add a few dusty surfaces, smelly shoes and discarded plates – an overflowing laundry basket on the side.
A tower of books on my floor. A suitcase from a month ago.
I haven’t even touched my violin since NYO.
The muscles won’t know which way to push and pull.
The hands will ache during the first few practice sessions, but it will be okay.
I can have violin lessons again too.
My first rehearsal of the summer is on Tuesday evening. So many concerts to come, never mind a tour to Belgium. We even have t-shirts and stickers.
I can start on KCL Bar Society stuff. Updating the website, thinking up new pieces for the newsletter. I can contact a few lawyers and arrange some meetings.
I can plan my summer! I have so many things I want to do.
I want to read literature again.
I want to find a summer job for a bit, maybe.
I want to start watching French films and restart my mission to learn more Chinese.
I want to swim.
I wanna go back home to Edinburgh for a bit.
Meanwhile moving into a new house for next year!
I have a huge backlog of social activity to catch up on. I’m referring to the negative space during exam time, and also from over the entire year.
The fact that I can count the number of times I’ve been out with my fingers.
Today, my first free day, I did some first-timers.
I had a coffee made from a Moka Pot for the first time.
I visited my first London cemetery – Highgate Cemetery – which hosts Karl Marx’s tombstone and other charming sights.
My phone died by the time we came face to face with Marx himself. Here’s a Wiki image of his resting place for your interest.
Less effective in this image is the darkness which he casts with his eyes. Each eyeball must be the size of a grapefruit, which allows plenty of room for white, iris and pupil. The eyes are alive. Even the natural moisture (eye juice) is carved in.
I also had my first Magnum ice cream for the year.
I am very overwhelmed by everything. And so very, very tired.
Gonna go now. I’ll write something more substantial later.