As you’re well aware (because you all live and you have heard it repeated innumerable times): time flies!
This time last year I had just left Jordan, where I had stayed for 3 months, university felt like a long way off. Now I have completed my first term of my Arabic and Economics degree. One term down, 11 more to go!
When people find out what my degree is, they then ask me what I want to do (and almost always make a joke about spies or oil) to which my honest answer is: I just want to make it through.
Not to be pessimistic, but one term of university has solidified this as my outlook: I need to pass first before thinking about anything else.
Not that I’m currently failing, but it is jolly hard work, and I would much rather be aware of the extent to which I must apply myself in order to succeed, than to be thinking only of my next step.
I cannot just see this degree as a stepping-stone to something else; at current it is my number one responsibility.
This opportunity to be in a place with the predominant purpose of study is such a privilege; I have never enjoyed studying as much as I have this term.
Sounds a bit lame, but indulge me.
Never before have I had to apply myself to a subject in the way I do with Arabic. In school, you are given the basis of what you need to know, you are taught it, you do some individual study on it, then you sit an exam on it. There’s a right and a wrong. There are limits on what you need to understand.
University is nothing like this. You cannot know all there is to know about your subject, particularly with a language, thus you reap exactly what you sow in terms of reward for your studies. (Although in my case it so far feels like an awful lot of unproductive sowing with no reaping whatsoever!)
One can always study more, so the complaint of ‘I have nothing to do’ is constantly and completely invalid.
This has been such a blessing for me, as I despise feeling like I have nothing to do, and far prefer intensity to relaxation (which is occasionally to my downfall).
Surprisingly, I sometimes find myself having has such a busy run of things that I actually desire a few hours in which to do nothing! This is partially why I have not been ‘partying’ more than a couple of times; by the time the evening comes around I’d far rather be in pyjamas eating cake and watching The Crown! #jussayin
Even if I had no studying to do, there would still be an ample supply of opportunities to keep me busy for London is full to the brim of places to explore, galleries to see, foods to eat… I love it.
There are many terrible and tragic things about London too, but that makes me love it more, as it exemplifies the living nature of the city and makes me feel for it, and for the joys and the brokenness of the lives it contains.
Regardless of the wealth of opportunities to be had, and of the seemingly unending new discoveries to be made here, true to human nature and it’s long for routine, I have formed a few London favourites.
Regent’s Park is one; I just adore it. Other than at my halls and university, the majority my time is spent in the park, meandering along the paths, through the leaves, and by the lake.
One thing though: I do wish people would stop mollycoddling the squirrels, they’re vile! (The squirrels not the people…)
The architecture here is something else that makes my heart (and eyes) happy. When you look above the modern entrances to shops and offices, you see the most glorious melange of buildings. The beautiful old brickwork sitting adjacent to bizarre modern constructions makes for a fascinating patchwork city.
My church, Grace London, is another. I’m so thankful for this church family, it means I am incapable of feeling homesick (at least for long). If you’re a Londoner seeking a church, I cannot recommend it highly enough.
A more recent discovery of mine is ‘The Late Shift’ at the National Portrait Gallery. Every Friday evening one can go along and draw in one of the rooms, all materials provided. I went along last night, and 2 hours passed in what felt like 10 minutes. Very therapeutic.
Another thing: London does Christmas lights so magnificently. Once you put out of your mind the disgusting amount of money and energy that goes into the light displays, it really is a thing to behold.
So, one term in and I love my course, my church and my city.
The blessings are too many to count. Thank you, God!