Is it too early to be thinking about going back to university? It’s that weird time at the end of the year, between Christmas and New Year’s, when no one really knows what day it is or what they’re supposed to be doing. In this time I find my thoughts keep coming back to the start of Term 2, which is just one week away now.
Firstly, I hope you have all had a lovely Christmas, whether you spent it at home with your family and friends or here in London exploring the city. With New Year’s Eve coming up and then Term 2 starting just a few days after that, here’s some tips for making the most of the last week of the holidays.
The Christmas spirit is absolutely infectious in London.
After making it through a term of epidemiology and medical statistics, I think I’m at least qualified to say that. [95% CI crossing fingers, crossing toes].
Call me a Grinch but I’m not usually one to celebrate Christmas. Back in Singapore, the streets get all gussied up with lights and decorations but it’s hard to really get into the whole snowman thing when it’s 33 degrees Celsius all year round.
I hadn’t given it much thought here in London either, even as the temperatures started falling. Then one foggy Christmas eve day we went to our local laundrette and discovered that it’d turned into the neighbourhood Christmas tree purveyor overnight.
If any of the 2 or 3 people who will read this celebrate Christmas, happy Christmas-was-two-days-ago! 🙂
I spent it in the company of family, family friends and their cat. She’s one of the coolest cats ever; she woke me up with paws and rekindled my need for my own feline creature.
Other than the early drysuit, I got a Totoro t-shirt and a mini gorilla, which sounds random, but was a response to my love for gorillas, which I’ve displayed a lot since visiting Bristol zoo last February. Both were due to the boyfriend, so it’s his own fault, really.
Having lightly hinted at my desire to be dry while everything is water, I successfully ended up with a drysuit for Christmas! Whoop whoop. I already have it, because the smallest size available was a size too large and we wanted to make sure that it didn’t need swapping. It fits a little loose around the legs, but the body is perfect and the ankle can be tightened. Plus, I’m planning to wear my Totoro onesie underneath, so more room is never an issue.
It’s a Typhoon ladies, but has only the back zip, so allows no toilet breaks. It’s also damn expensive, since it’s a good one.
The last two weeks of term have so far been a flurry of carol services, Christmas trees, mince pies and mulled wine. I am loving life (apart from the massive piece of coursework I’m doing but let’s suspend disbelief for a moment and pretend that this fortnight is a fortnight of fun and cinnamon sticks).
By the time I go home next Sunday I will have attended no less than four carol services! Last night the Christian societies at Imperial hosted our annual carol service at the beautiful Holy Trinity Church next door to Beit Quad. It was a lovely evening and loads of people came over from Imperial to join us for carols, readings and a short talk about the gifts that Jesus gives us.
Random update. Canoe club had a curry night and particular highlights included stealing hats, millions of selfies while people left their phones unattended and a table of people even more obnoxious than us. Also now have a new favourite phrase:
“The bread you shoved down my back still itches”
“You shouldn’t have thrown it at me”
“I didn’t, I just gave it to you at a trajectory. It’s called projectile feeding”
Also had a dentist appointment today and found out that although i’ve been transferred to a dental hospital in London, they don’t currently have someone qualified to deal with the amount of mess going on with my teeth.
It’s official, advent has started, Christmas is nearly here!
I’m sure those of you who live in London are well aware of this: Harrods have got their Christmas lights on, the streets are crammed with Christmas Shoppers, Winter Wonderland is lighting up Hyde Park, coffee shops have got their Christmas drinks on the go (I have tried so many!) and the Christmas adverts have started! If that isn’t enough evidence, I actually saw someone today carrying a sledge!
One of my favourite parts of Christmas is the carol services. Yes food is good, presents are great and spending time with family is nice, but I don’t think you can beat a good carol service.
Yesterday I came home for Christmas. Being home is both weird and wonderful.
Weird because first term can’t possibly have gone so quickly, and because living in a village is a bit quiet after London.
But wonderful because I love home: cuddles with my cat, having my family around, making plans to meet up with friends who I haven’t seen for ages, being looked after by my mum, telly (I caught up on Downton Abbey this morning, in time for the Christmas special!) Also, I finally have time to stop – this term has been crazily busy, and while it was mostly crazily fun, having time to catch up on sleep is good too – you can only survive so long on caffeine…
The problem with having spare time is having time to be ill.
I think I might be the only person I know who wishes Christmas wasn’t so soon.
Don’t get me wrong; I LOVE Christmas. Christmas trees are appearing everywhere (including one that randomly appeared on the kitchen table today); Secret Santas are being arranged; and I’m having lots of Christmas dinners in the next few weeks with lots of lovely people. But I still don’t want Christmas to come.
By Christmas, I will have finished my first term at medical school.
Meaning that I only have 17 terms left, which suddenly doesn’t seem very long to learn a lot of stuff.