I just remembered how much I really really really don’t like this time of year. It’s not the festivities, or the weather, or anything like that at all; it’s the upcoming exams. Actually, it’s not even that. Exams, revising and studying are all part of the package of being a student and it’s something I will no doubt look back on with nostalgia in years to come. However, the thing that really grates is reading, hearing and talking about it. I suppose I’m being utterly hypercritical by writing this entry but I feel I need to vent this pent up frustration somehow.

I’m so knackered. For some bizarre reason I feel like blogging at the moment rather than doing the sensible thing and just collapsing on my bed and falling asleep. It’s definitely been a jam-packed weekend and I’m going to include Friday and today in that too. I felt like a proper student again and not the shell I’ve been over the past few months. I suppose there’s no need to recap on that as pretty much everyone knows all about my stresses… this weekend went a hell of a long way to relieving some of that.

Unfortunately despite the references to historic figures and their captivating speeches, this blog entry has only one thing in common…. I had a dream last night; one that has stuck with me throughout the day. Although the details of the dream faded within the first few minutes of waking up this morning, the general gist of it is unforgettable.