Funny isn’t it? There are times when I have so many things to blog about and not enough time to do it. I find myself walking around with a notebook on the different things that I observe that I’d like to comment on. Yet here I am, totally empty. Not that I feel under any pressure really, I use this time to read other blogs and discover ‘new’ ones.
I suspect that this ‘dry spell’ has everything to do with my state of mind. I’ve started studying again for this professional exam that I’m supposed to be sitting in the States in November. I’m scared shitless! I’m really very worried about it. I now live at the UWI (University of West Indies) campus on a part-time basis. I leave work at 4:30, go home and watch two episodes of King of Queens (the absolutely funniest sitcom on tv right now - watch it!) and then head to UWI where I stay until 1:00 am sometimes. The worrying thing is this. I have been working some problems and so far I have been averaging 71%. That is totally unacceptable since the pass-mark is 75%. I wouldn’t be so worried if it was just one subject, but to master two subjects by November 30th is quite a tall order.
So now I have no life. I go nowhere, I speak to no one. I’ve allowed myself to remain with only one indulgence. I go sailing two Sundays per month to Lime Cay, lyme with friends during the sail, eat, chat, anchor the boat, swim to the Cay, eat some fish, lyme some more, swim back to boat, then head back into Kingston. Very de-stressing. Well it’s supposed to be. Sometimes dolphins swim alongside the yacht while we sail. Nice. Yesterday’s sail was stressful as hell though. Got sea-sick. All the moorings were used up because every single boat owner in Jamaica plus their boat owner friends from the rest of the Caribbean decided to sail to Lime Cay yesterday so we decided to drop anchor. Only thing is the anchor kept dragging, maybe because the persons handling the anchoring activities were all neophites. The expert (and boat-owner) was directing operations from the back while steering. Whatever. No swimming ashore for us. No fish, no lyming on the beach. Quite a disappointment as the water looked absolutely inviting. Glistening. Aquamarine. White sand beckoning to us. It wasn’t to be so had to bear the sickening rocking of the boat some more, while my stomach protested, until we pulled up at Morgan’s Harbour to get a dip in the swimming pool there. Terrible sail, but my only indulgence now until November when I resume living again.
I absolutely hate professional exams. They require too much discipline. Something I’m not endowed with. With a professional exam you have to know every damn thing in the syllabus. I hate that. So it means my normal modus operandi of studying a week before the exam (as I did when doing my degrees) won’t work.
But I have to pass these exams. Even though I’m no longer very interested in the field. I can’t abandon it now though since it will feel like unfinished business. If I get this out of the way, I’ll try and find something that interest me.
Or maybe I’ll just enjoy the fact that I won’t have to study anymore and can read novels instead of damn boring manuals. Maybe. Let’s see. Let me get this out of the way first.
