sunday round-up #6: 14th february

8th – 14th February 2016

Yes, yes – I know it’s Monday. But I’m determined to not skip a week, so for all intents and purposes, it’s Sunday (and that can’t be a bad thing, surely?). This was another pretty tough week, but thankfully a trip home helped me gain a little more distance and perspective from everything that’s going on.


Steps to the bus stop, Langwith College


I started the week exhausted but desperately finishing my Global Literature essay first thing on Monday morning. Having pressed submit, I picked up my bag and took the bus to campus and the Nouse office to get started on our next edition. I’ve had a feature in the works for a while and planned to get it finished before I started my essay, but my awful illness a couple of weeks ago got in the way, and so I found myself on Monday afternoon frantically typing emails on my phone and my piece on my tablet whilst my fabulous deputies set to work laying up our other pages.

Monday night did provide a little respite courtesy of UoY’s LitSoc Pub Quiz; a group of about eight of us made our way over to campus to test our general knowledge. Although we were less than successful at the only literature-based round on Charles Dickens, we aced the Friends section along with the theme song and musicals rounds. Even our sports knowledge wasn’t too bad as we actually ended up coming first! Needless to say we were beyond impressed with ourselves as we headed to the bus with our prize of chocolates and cider.

Tuesday was back to the Nouse office; I arrived at around eleven-am and stayed until half-six in the evening with a one hour break for a lecture at two. It was a long day but good fun until some last minute changes had to be made; it was definitely the right decision in hindsight but a little frustrating at the time. On the other hand it meant we were finished as a section by that evening, hopefully taking the pressure off other sections when they came in to finish the following day.


Bridge, black and white, University of York


That evening, on the other hand, was anything but a chance to kick back. Some of my housemates had opted to host a party that evening but I had a presentation at nine-am the following day which I’d not even had a chance to think about. In part this was down to my bad planning, but I could have got it done a lot faster that night if my kitchen hadn’t been full of strangers. Admittedly I’d invited a few people to the party, too, and they all came and chilled in my room for a while.

Even though I had work to do, I realised that was just what I needed – not to be downstairs, drinking and surrounded by people I didn’t know, but to just spent a little while chatting with people I consider genuine friends. After a while most of them left to head to another party in college, but Becca and Amy hung around for a while and Jess stayed until past midnight just talking stuff over with me. And, rather than feeling stressed about the work I had left, I felt more prepared to do it.

Despite just four hours of sleep the presentation went fairly well, and when the workshop ended at eleven-am I walked home from campus and collapsed in bed with Netflix. I didn’t emerge until half-four when Tom knocked on my door. I couldn’t go to Italian class; instead I showered and packed, ready for my trip back to Norfolk, and cry-laughed at a note slipped under my door. I’m going to write about my time at home in more detail later this week, but it was a lovely long weekend that went far too quickly, though it too was punctuated by some sad news on Thursday evening.


Bench at York Station


It’s interesting to read over this and see how factually I’ve written about last week. Normally I try to make a bit of an effort with the style of these posts; particularly if they’re the only thing on the blog that week I want them to be a half-decent piece of writing. But I just can’t do that for last week – I was shattered, numb, doing everything mindlessly, mechanically. Although I can’t see right now how it could have been avoided, it’s not a good way to live and some time away from university has helped me to think better about how that kind of situation can be prevented. There’s a lot to take away from this, and that means a lot to write – and finally, this week, I might have some time to do it…


This week I’ve been…

Reading: Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie. It’s the next text on our Global Lit course and it’s enormous, but luckily my train journeys this weekend gave me a chance to get stuck into it properly.

Listening to: Frank Turner; he’s my go-to for long journeys.

Grateful for: Space, distance and perspective. Also, sleep.


Next week…

The coming week is much calmer with no deadlines at all. I need to be thinking about my final essays of term, but more to the point are house viewings for next year’s accommodation which is exciting. I’ll also be thinking about altering my current routines and habits to set myself up better for success in these last four weeks of term, which right now I’m really looking forward to.


Heslington East, University of York


How has your week been? What are your plans for the next seven days? Let me know in the comments!

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  1. 15/02/2016 / 5:35 pm

    It seems to be flying by, at least to me, sitting in Beetley reading about it. Sorting out accommodation for the next move, preparing end of term essays, and it seemed like only last week you were heading off to York, to start it all. Glad to hear that you are planning strategies to make life easier. No point letting the workload get to you.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    • Lucy Furneaux
      16/02/2016 / 10:10 am

      It definitely is – I can’t believe we’re on week seven of this term already, and that I’m already over halfway through my first year. This time next year I’ll be halfway through my degree! Thanks so much, as ever.L

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