So . . . I’ve been having issues with concentrating at home. And there are deadlines rushing up to meet me like a brick wall. Since desperate times call for desperate measures, I’ve been heading to campus to try and get work done. The Nook would be perfect for this, but unfortunately, I can’t always get in as the building locks down in the evenings and on weekends.
So, I’ve been going to the Student Centre.
And, unfortunately . . . so has everyone else, because there is a distinct lack of study spaces availble to us on a 24-hour basis. Which means that my ability to work is severely impeded.
And I don’t (usually) blame them for being there; it’s not their fault that I get incredibly distracted by other people. (I do, however, blame them when they’re being loud and obnoxious.) It just is what it is. But it still sucks donkey balls. And because my focus has been so bad as of late . . . I’ve been talking to people and making friends instead of studying and writing my essays, which is what I’m there to do.
Thus far, I’ve spoken to a guy in my Criminology class about Jonathan Franzen. I’ve spoken to an international student about his life back in Dubai, and what it’s been like here in Canada, and life as a nocturnal being. I spoke with two women about writing papers (theirs and mine), and tips for staying awake. Right now, I’m talking to two more students, one of whom — a lovely woman from the Caribbean — not only talked about her education pre-immigration to Canada, but also fed me pizza.
And I mean, I wouldn’t consider myself a people person, but I suppose I just have one of those faces.
Maybe if I wear a mask I’ll actually get some work done. *head-desk*
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