Ah, a day off from work — or as I like to call it, my “study day.” I’m an FE LSA by trade, a mature student by madness, and a mother and wife in between. Today’s grand plan was to be productive.
Armed with a mountain of notes, a questionable amount of caffeine, and the determination of Cleopatra herself, I’ve spent the morning analysing how the Egyptian queen ended up flogging soap in a Palmolive poster. I mean, this woman bathed in milk — hardly the modern face of moisturising bubbles! Still, I managed to pull together some half-decent thoughts between trips to the loo. (Note to self: six cups of coffee may technically count as hydration, but your bladder disagrees.)
After my 87th walk to the bathroom — hello, 10,000 steps before noon — I switched modules to Mary, Mother of Jesus — quite a gear change. From seductress to saint, I’m not sure my caffeine-addled brain was ready for the contrast.
By mid-afternoon, I was feeling virtuous enough to consider a reward. I typed “book gym session” into my phone, but somehow ended up with “gin session” instead. Honestly, the phone knows me too well.
Still, despite the caffeine shakes and confusion, I’ve actually had a productive day. Cleopatra sold her soap, Mary kept her halo, and I kept my sense of humour — just about.
So yes — I may have spent half the day pacing, over-caffeinated and slightly delirious — but I learned a lot, got my steps in, and somehow managed to laugh my way through it. For a mature student on a study day, that’s what I call success.
Until next time — may your coffee be strong, your notes legible, and your autocorrect forever on your side.