This is something different from what I usually tend to veer towards writing about, or rather, ranting about!  I was thinking about it yesterday.  I seem to do a lot of thinking, most of it involves worrying about petty things, however, I thought this might be something I could write about.

Having missed a few classes both this week and last week, I decided to go to the library where I intended to spend the whole afternoon catching up and doing homework.  This was quite a positive step for me: being motivated to do something; planning my day; actually going outside despite being completely terrified; and making it to the library...where I found it closed at 1 o'clock on Wednesdays.  It was 12:21.

Bloody typical.

I went in, chose some books, got them out, then decided to go and say a quick hello at the place I work.  Quick turned out to be several hours after I was offered a little room to study in upstairs!  Huddled amid the stock, it felt like working in a little sanctuary!  And I managed to study for a few hours which was great.  I cannot seem to study at home, I just cannot seem to concentrate.  It is as if I need to be locked in a room where there is nothing else to do.  But when I am in this environment, I can study for Britain.  I study and study and study and...

...when I was walking home, I wondered why?  Why do I study?  What for?  What is the point if I just forget everything later on?  What am going to use it for?  Will it help me get places in life?  Is it just a waste of time?  I feel like I'm not achieving anything by all of this studying, and yet I still do it.  The study bug...