The moment I open a study book it starts: my carefully built up entheusiasm to finally do my homework leaks away to some distant place and I desperately look out of my window. Still 90 pages to go before next Tuesday. This is what I want, this is what I chose to do for the next two years, because I am very interested in everything that book can tell me. However, every time I promised myself to read and summarize the whole thing, to download that new simulation programm, start in time with studying for my next test, I feel resistance to do so. Eventually, it always ends well, but I do not like the stress of hurrying to read some two, three pages in the train to the university.
On the other hand, I have plenty of spare time. My brother complains I should not complain my life is so hard with all the piles of homework: he has school every day from nine to four and has to do his homework in the evening. I am off on Wednesday and Friday and Monday morning and Tuesday afternoon. I thought: after a summer vacation of nine weeks I have done enough of doing nothing, but perhaps I am just not a real student. Though my marks tell the world I am a pretty smart student (two A+’s in mathematics this year!!), it does not go easy.
Maybe I really should not complain. Maybe all those other students are feeling the same thing: enjoying the subjects of their major, but willing to skip homework, or even the classes. So, I think I’ll continu my ‘journey’ through the world of air pollution, before it’s too dark to read my book…