I hate the holidays. The monotone routines, or should I say my routine (wake, eat, bed, eat, bed) seems to take over my life. It's a habit I've never been able to grow out of, even when there is the pressure of exams and coursework to complete, I can never quite drag myself to the table and actually concentrate on the 'enzyme substrate complex' or 'The impact of protest on the US society'. Is this just me? Am I the only person who isn't motivated? As I skulk into school a week on Tuesday, it will soon become apparent that everyone else is prepared for the latest exam, whilst I haven't even attempted to look at my revision notes. It's not that I want to fail, but for some reason I find lounging around all day, pretending to do something important more appealing.
I believe these are the symptoms of a lackadaisical attitude, and the only cure I'm afraid to say is school.
Simply put, school is something to do, a compulsory something to do. A very obvious remark, I know, but as we make our way back into iridescent school life, we somehow forget about the boredom that took hold in the holidays, the routines slip away, and our concentration is turned to other things.
I can understand if this all sounds like nonsense, and please if your too bored to continue reading, I'm sure there are other more pressing tasks to get on with.
I've got loads. xx
My first blog.
I'm not really clued up about this sort of thing, it took me a good three days to figure out how to change the colour of the font, embarrassing, I know.
Anyway, to kick things off I'm going to do a bit of 'photo blogging'. The following photo's are from a collection contained in a library book I borrowed months back. Unfortunately I've forgotten the name of the book, but I'm sure you'll like the photos as much as I do. xx
