Friday 21.04.17 – 10.27AM
I’ve just submitted a law essay which I believe has redirected me onto the path to Enlightenment, and I need to stop everything that I’m doing in order to write down what’s in my head. Brace yourselves…
And then he said to me, ‘Isn’t it funny we’re all just people walking around trying to put on appearances. . .’
‘I’m gonna grow a moustache and start smoking. It’s just another way to meet new people.’
vélo boulot do-do
boulot do-do vélo
do vélo do boulot
do boulot do vélo
boulot de vélo
vélo de boulot
boulot de do-do
do-do de boulot
do-do de vélo
vélo de do-do
do lot de boulot
do lot de vélo
love de vélo
love de boulot
love de do
do de love
love de lot
lot de love
a girl around LSE
carries great quantities three
offensive boring dams to
the current of her fighting
walk a snail-trail of droplets
whilst the trees falling sorely
out her hands save the trees don’t
let them go she thought as he
asked to help the dam problem
don’t leave twigs behind don’t mix
leaves up as she searched for her
silent library card
Glowing laptop screen –
my thirsty eyes in search of
a fresh cigarette.
It was a few weeks ago that I had the idea of mixing both English and French in a poem, and wowee last night it just appeared out of nowhere from the depths of my difficult slumber. And when I started reading over this patch of unexpected word vomit I broke into a laughing fit, which has also never ever happened to me with regards to my writing. I’ve rarely written something this strange, so please share your thoughts about it with the Noggin.
The events in the second poem did not happen to me personally.
I’m not very good at Haikus. That one there was a last minute addition.
Look after yourself and one another.
Take some time on your balcony.
Madame K belongs in a French children’s book as angelic teacher and fairy godmother to the children. She speaks slow and articulate French, with an air of romance and gentle pride, that draws you into the language and her classical universe. Behind her rimless glasses her eyes shine wisdom and the mystery of a beautiful bygone era. None of us would question it if she procured from her leather briefcase a fabulous magic wand of ivory and gold. Continue reading
She is back, after an unintended three month hiatus.
She has returned after recovering from a deadly bout of the notorious disease, Freshers’ Flu.
She has clicked ‘New Post’ on her WordPress dashboard after finally acquiring some basic, Sociology-For-Dummies understanding Durkheim’s analysis of modern and primitive societies, at 2:30am.
Not only is she back, but she is roaring on a new noble steed.
Lectures have just ended. Just like the last drop of water from a closing tap. No more 9ams. No more soggy hair from 08:30am showers.
Came back home by 11:30 and sat on my bed doing some reading.Trying to teach myself the latter third of the Contract Law course. And everything else. Murrrrgh. Cheered up by some weird-ass judgment from Lord Denning:
I soon begin to get out of my depth. I cannot swim in this sea of semantic exercises – to say nothing of the different degrees of probability – especially when the cause of action can be laid either in contract or in tort. I am swept under by the conflicting currents.
Oh bless the lovely Lord Denning.
One month later I finally come round to typing something which isn’t about Fraud or Economic Duress or Free Movement of Services.
I’d likely to thank the Law School for making this possible, albeit indirectly and unintentionally, by cancelling all but one of today’s classes. Freedom since 10am this morning – let’s celebrate with a blog post!
Um, what has happened over the last 30 days?
My friends celebrated Halloween. I stayed at home…
I compensated for this inactivity a few weeks later with my debut appearance at the Royal Opera House. I played the part of an enthusiastic audience member sat high up in the gallery. The show comprised of three ballets: Chroma, The Human Seasons and… The Rite of Spring!
Much needed planning over several pots of Chinese tea…
But never letting stress get in the way of putting smiles on faces!
I may be in London at the moment but I’m always haunting you in your high school studies…
I visited Guildhall Art Gallery.
I went to the Houses of Parliament with NYO and saw some law in action. BBC TV filming about as usual…
Principal French Horn doing Grade 8 Theory in the corridor.
Loving the carpets.
Inside the committee room…
Now and again a bell would ring to call upon all MPs, regardless of where they were in the building, to cast their votes on a new Bill in the Commons. VOTE ON THE AMENDMENT OF THE DEFENCE BILL or something like that, and one gentleman courteously sighed, rolled his eyes and asked to be excused.
The fact that I had been studying UK government and legislative functions as part of my Public Law module this term and was now within the actual confines of Westminster where law was actually being created, was actually quite cool.
Other music things. I finally paid the price of being ambitious with all my musical endeavours. Most evenings 6-10pm rehearsals, a different orchestra and repertoire each night, culminating in two concerts on the weekend, plus a nice little gig I did for a Chinese tea ceremony and one precious hour with NYO Principals on Leadership Day. I also had to print programmes for University of London Symphony Orchestra, which proved surprisingly to be one of the biggest challenges I’d ever faced.
It always helps if the performance venue offers boxes of yummy Chinese food… I’ll take one for lunch and sneak another for dinner later.
Assistant Conductor Auditions – photo courtesy of @KCLSO.
Still enjoying law at the same time!
Even if the textbooks have been violated by someone else’s scribbles…
You know, sometimes you just want biscuits and tea and to lie on the sofa.
Or have some bubbly? A lovely gift from King’s College London Symphony Orchestra after our first concert of the season.
My debit card expired = indication that three years have passed.
OR JUST NEED FOR GENERAL NOURISHMENT?
Time to be productive and make the most of my brand new vacant 12 hours – bye!
Hello blog. As you’d expect I have a lot to say after such a lengthy period of silence. Be prepared to read many fanciful, preposterous words.
A lot of students complain about a law degree being dull, dry and soul-destroying. Pages, journals, cases, textbooks, lecture notes, current affairs, dictionary – oh my lord it’s a vicious cycle, get me outta here. From time to time I pass a bunch of glum faced people in the corridor looking terrified. And I just want to stand on a chair in the middle of the landing and sing, as tunefully as possible,
There is more to life than plain reading, my dear legal companions!
The second week of lectures has started and I only have time and the mind to share two photos.
1) Criminal law dominates your reading list. Look at how pathetic the EU law reading list is compared to the scribbles which cover 2/3 of an A4 sheet? I am not used to reading entire chapters from several textbooks in an evening, nor am I accustomed to feeling so lost about writing my first legal essay, due next Monday, for which we have been given very little direct guidance.
2) Making my own food every day is surprisingly fun. Isn’t tomorrow’s lunch pretty? The meal’s aesthetic presentation is enhanced further with the use of adorable tupperware bowls, which I bought as a set in the supermarket. The lids are coloured in rainbow. My official lunchbox has an acid apple green lid which, together with the delicious content inside, brightens most lunchtimes after sleepy lectures.
The meal I prepared used leftover noodles and bacon from dinner this evening. I used scissors to cut the noodles and bacon into small slices. Then I cooked frozen peas and corn (in a bowl of freshly boiled water) in the microwave for 2 mins, drained them, and added them to the mix. A handful of sesame seeds, a few drops of olive and sesame oil and a pinch of salt. And ta da, you have a lovely lunch!
I always go by the principal that a colourful meal is a nutritious one, as it most likely includes veg, carb and meat, the fundamental components of a healthy meal. The photo above strongly supports this idea.
Making cheap, tasty and healthy food is doable if you use what have and what is provided. Like the microwave! What a life saver in the mornings when time is wiped away on every footstep. And colours! Be creative everyone, please. University life might be a stress and pain but it can be very (childishly) fun when you do things creatively.
Up next: reading (surprise, surprise) and three orchestral auditions this weekend!
A law student here writing. Prepare yourself for dry sentences and stony frankness.
This time last week I was packing my life away into seven Morrisons heavy-duty Shopping Bags, two suitcases and two rucksacks. The synthetic grocery bags were each assigned to a category and one suitcase contained shoes, and the other accommodated a 3-month Fall/Winter wardrobe. Winter clothes are a nuisance because they take up masses of space.
Collecting and collating my belongings proved an enjoyable last evening with my mother. Surprisingly our moods and ideas appeared to synchronise and there was little or no memorable dispute all night. If there was it would have been over a pair of shoes or a packet of disinfecting wipes and quickly resolved by me accepting her contributions. I knew how easily the final hours at home could turn sour…