It is exam season again... The time of the term all students live for. When the average student's self-esteem hits rock bottom and the priorities in life shift from enjoying to enduring, time to relax is scarce. All of a sudden, you appreciate the distance from your desk to the bathroom, because the time it takes you to travel this distance is time you don't have to spend trapped in a cage of self-respect, your parents' expectations and your professors' goodwill which you just don't want to jeopardize. Many of the new-term-resolutions you so ambitiously set for yourself several weeks ago, have been disregarded more thoroughly than your computer's urgent update notifications. Why? Because you suck at prioritizing, or perhaps because you overestimated your abilities or maybe just because you're not good enough for this university? Haha, I'm just kidding, of course. I'm good enough for any university! It must be the prioritizing then...
If you do want to catch a break from studying, however, you must suppress the nagging feeling that you should be spending this time at the library instead of being out, having fun. And you have to make it count. Where to catch a more relaxing break than in a Jamaican restaurant in town? When Kathi and I went to have some dinner at the "Jamaican Jerk Pit", we were surprised by the quality of the food. Jamaicans really know how to prepare a nice and filling meal. That's probably because you don't want to be reliant on Taco Bell's sorry excuse for Tacos when you have the munchies.
Another surprise made the Saturday night off even better. Expecting some sort of thrilling mystery story, we set off to the Keene Theater. "A Dangerous Experiment" was the title of the play and luckily it didn't turn out to involve an unsettling history of human trafficking, as I had expected, but was actually about how co-education (education for male and female students) was introduced here at the University of Michigan in 1875. It was an empowering story which left me wondering which aspects of today's life people will find completely odd and revolting in 50 or maybe even 100 years.
Unfortunately, I don't have a lot more to add. The sad tristesse that is my life during midterms makes even 'riding the elevator' sound exciting. Just wish me luck and send me happy thoughts. I can assure you, I'll send some right back!