Month: December 2017

Michaelmas.

Train seat. Tapping feet. Time to reflect on Michaelmas. Ask me to sum up the term and I would tell you that there is neither a word nor way. Michaelmas was a different colour every day and every hour; it was everything all at once. My 10-week-old notebook has been filled to the last page with mingled entries, observations and remainders of the term (formal dinner meal plaques, cross country numbers, a red leaf, a carol service leaflet). Now, flicking through it, I’m trying to process it all; trying to decide what to share. It would lack nuance to say I came to university without expectations because I sort of realised their latent presence throughout the term. One thing was certain: I knew it was going to be busy – I was going to make myself busy. I didn’t, however, anticipate the casualness with which I came to develop an addiction for over committing. At times, I had so much to do that I’d just crack open a tin of baked beans and stare at the wall for …