All good things come to an end

Story of my life... I had a wonderful last week. There wasn't a day I wouldn't enjoy even though I had to work and study...

Monday was pretty normal, nothing special. Well, I managed to write a response paper, so that felt good. Although not a good one. On Tuesday I started treating myself. After a choir rehearsal two of my good friends persuaded me to have a glass of wine with them. So we went to a winery. And yeah, we had more than one glass. I really enjoyed our time together. Although I wasn't that happy the next morning when getting up at six, but still, it was worth it.

On Wednesday we went to a long awaited concert of the band Bran. What a concert it was! They are great every time, but this time they were superb. They took it to a whole new level when during one of my favorite songs, Ilhala, Petr took out his trombone. It was amazing! Here is the song, although without the trombone:

On Thursday I went out with a friend of mine whom I hadn't seen for ages, so we had a lot to catch up. It was a very nice calm evening. Then on Friday I went to an observatory and planetarium to watch a movie called Dark World. All we learned that there is a lot of dark matter and dark energy in the universe (which wasn't anything new for us) but visually it was breathtaking. Then off we went to a cafe. So again I had a very pleasant evening.

The weekend was great as well, we had an intensive choir rehearsal and we managed to do a lot and that left us feeling great. I did quite a lot of work putting two plays together to make them readable for students (being an assistant to a professor has its perks) and I translated one long abstract. And I learned that watching medical dramas (although soapy most of the time) pays up. I realized that I know a lot of medical expressions that I wouldn't normally know (I am talking of English expression obviously). And on Sunday evening we went to the cinema to see the movie Kingsman. It was the second time I saw the movie and I would watch it for the third time. I love everything about it!

So a week full of working, studying and a lot of socializing was great!

But yesterday the reality caught up to me. When I started reading the theoretical essays on postcolonial and feminist rewritings of master narratives, it just outraged me. But recently everything I read seems far-fetched to me. Why do all those theorist try to prove that the other ones neglected to mention something so now we have to prove that there is something more to talk about and that they know something better? To me, it is simple, every woman has a right to make her choice and whatever the hell she wants with her life and not one person should make her feel inferior or nuts or whatever. But maybe it is just my academic crisis talking and other time I would find something worthwhile in it. Or not, because recently I feel too pragmatic to be a student of literature. Moreover the feeling that my ongoing academic writing crisis is still currently ongoing (at least this Cabin pressure reference makes me smile).

Finishing a blog post negatively... not a good thing. Well I guess I need to put on a brave face, find something that interests me and keep on going and hoping that the academic crisis will pass eventually. Maybe going to the gym and the new training plan will help with that because I guess this is the only thing that makes me feel good and who knows, maybe during push-ups Muse kicks with a brilliant idea for a master thesis!