So it is the middle of the night.And I woke up to see the light on and the computer running – well it hums away to itself. And upon further exploration found my daughter Lisa working on an essay in her room. And I despair of the modern youth. Because she has to submit a University assignment by tomorrow. And so last night (Saturday) she watched a DVD with the family in the lounge and painted. She is working on a trilogy of canvases depicting a girl dancing. And this morning (Sunday) she watched another DVD with her sister Amy. Then she went out to lunch to celebrate the birthday of a friend. They just had to go to Nandos in Camps Bay….in the pouring rain nogal. Then she came home and told the family she is stressed out because she has to submit this Religious Studies Assignment. “And I will be working all night so don’t ask me to do anything else”…like drive to the rental shop to return the DVDs that she had watched!
So now I am awake. And I went through to her room. And I read through her work and helped her make sense of what she is writing. It is an assignment of mysticism within the Muslim tradition. And what do I really know about Sufism anyway? But I tried, because she is my daughter and she is “stressing” and it does not really help to berate her now for socialising her weekend away. Although it is very tempting to say “But why did you not begin this on Friday?” I guess we were all young once. Except that this stuff makes me old. And once I am awake it is harder to get back to sleep than it used to be. So I sit and write
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There is something to be said for those middle of the night sessions that I remember from Varsity... gives me something to brag about as I get older ... "I once worked right through to finish a paper and went to bed after dropping it off at 9am!" ... hehe
Luckily I didn't wake my dad... he might not have been as understanding, or as in control of a berating! hehe
I wanted to ask how it is that you left a comment on my blog at 3:44 am!
Strength to you all.
Watch my blog for a response to the Catholic-communion issue.
And once I am awake it is harder to get back to sleep than it used to be. So I sit and write.
I know the feeling.
becky
This all seems so familiar to me, why would I want to sit and do an assignment when I can socialise?
I always promise myself next time...
Well, next time its always the same, a mad rush to get it done with the promise of next time...
So, I sit and mark... I mark all those last minute rushed assignments that were written in a sleep deprived state without adequite thought and resources. Yet, somehow, the longer I mark and the later it gets, the more they seem to make sense!
Ha ha! We all were young once, and we all get old... once-ish....
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