I Don't Know How Much Energy I Have Left For Writing. I'm Tired, And Maybe This Is Giving Up. Or Maybe

How often do you taste the wind on your face? Let it whip the leaves around you? Standing in a hurricane of nature, the creation not your own.

I'd rather that than a hurricane of worry. Each day I add another leaf to my pile. Taste it on my face as it wraps itself around me.

But for now, I shall not turn away when nature spins beside me.

The fact that potassium nitrate is used in both ham and gunpowder is wild to me.

There is an owl at my school.

Hey all,

I haven't posted in a long time, and I know that's not just a trick of the memory. It's been a long term, it's been a long year, honestly, and I'm not entirely sure when I'll post again. Hopefully soon? I know I said that last time, oops. In the meantime, here's some old pictures of a few Ancient History notes I never ended uploading.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you're productive this week!

Hi, I'm back again!

School has been intense recently, but I've (mostly) caught up with everything, so it should be smooth sailing for a few weeks now!

Speaking of sailing, and boats, and books, of course, I've started annotating my copy of Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness for school. Hopefully rereading it won't be so confusing as the initial reading was.

The other photo above are of my notes on William Blake's poem The Little Black Boy, or rather notes on the essay Liberatory Christianity and the Perception of Race in "TLBB".

What I got done today:

Literature notes.

Literature annotating.

Biology revision.

Also, I apologise for my rather bad quality photos. Whenever I write these posts (or think about writing them) I always wish my camera was a little more sharp, or my skills a little more intuitive. It always quietly amazes me how study bloggers can manage to capture such beautiful shots.

But I suppose my own stumbling efforts do have their own unique flair; a sense of personal authenticity to them, that reflects the imperfect and the mundane, mirroring back the glamourless way life (and studying) so often plays out.

Well.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you're productive this week!

Hi all,

Honestly, I think this is the most regularly I've posted. The end of the exams are nearly in sight!

The above photos are of my frantic preparation for my Ancient History exam after realising I know less than half the syllabus—although I blame that on bad, very bad teaching this year. Also inconsistent teaching—my ancient history class has been fast becoming the real life equivalent of the Defence against the Dark Arts position at my school, with our teachers leaving after only a term or two.

What I've done in the past two days:

about 6 or 7 short answer questions

research for my ancient history exam

reading way too many academic articles for my brain to handle

If any other ATAR students are reading this, hopefully we can all end this exam season with a bang! Nearly there!

Thanks for reading, and I hope you're productive this week!

Hi all,

it's term 3, and the assessments are piling up higher than Mount Everest. Exams start in slightly more than a month, I have some heavy-weighted tasks coming up, and as the days start to dry up so too does my optimism. Hence this post.

The above pictures are of some notes I've been taking on disease, our new biology topic.

What I got done this weekend:

A practice literature essay

Literature research on Hamlet

Biology notes

Ancient history exam notes

I'm hoping to complete some maths revision later tonight, as well as a timed practice essay for literature. Also, if anybody who reads this blog has any tips or tricks for writing literature essays under timed conditions and would be able to comment that (and something more constructive than "time management") I"d really appreciate it.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you're productive this week!

My smile's going stale. How long was I supposed to grin? Until I wore down and accepted my fate, or sometime before?

Yellowed fragments of summer grass, The days are long but go too fast. Midnight moons light my dreams, Of mundanity found in the crowns of queens.

Honestly if any of my school teachers raises the bar anymore I'm gonna dislocate my arms.