I'm sorry to sound rather cliche but my title post has become like something of a mantra over the last couple of weeks. A little something I mutter repeatedly to myself when I'm tempted to ask myself what I've signed myself up for. As I write this I'm huffing and puffing up one of those little hills that dot Buckingham, trying to meet up with a lecture in Oil and Gas, (which all happens to sound like jibberish at the moment). At the same time, my tendons are shrieking in pain and begging me to slow down. My lungs have me blowing like a horse in all this cold air, but what can I do???? I thought I'd left all this behind when I left the Law School years ago. And I really do not want to go into the course work at the moment which sounds more frightening than anything I've ever had to do thus far. Yes! More frightening than the Nigerian Law School and even Practice, I hate to admit. But who wanted the extra feather on her cap? Yep... Me!
Pretty much 2 weeks since I got to Buckingham, England and I'm still not quite adjusted to anything and for that reason I've been running around like a headless chicken for most of the time. It's still dark by 9.00am and the sun sets by 4.00pm. For that reason, I can't seem to jump out of bed until a couple of minutes before 9.00am and my system goes into sleep mode by the time its 6.00pm. I've been making a considerable effort to adjust as quickly as possible. One of my new words for the next couple of months will have to be 'Time Managment'.
So far, the experience has not been too bad... minus the eternal cold and dreary weather. My Mom said 'Enjoy the experience, it'll make it easier.' And I think she's right. We had one of our Seminars today - the first for me. And instead of actually being a little at loss, because there was a lot of interaction involved between the students and the Professor, I was actually going for it much to my surprise. It's not about being wrong or right, I discovered. It's about learning., which I'm quite determined to do - and enjoy it while I'm at it.
No more moaning, no more complaining. It's time to roll up my shirt sleeves and dive in the murk and give it all I've got, growling all the while. Afterall, I do intend to put bread... and meat ... and wine on my table from it all. Here's another of my favourite sayings for you - When the going gets tough, the tough get going!!! Raaaarrrr!
I miss you guys and will get back to blogging - with fantastic pictures as soon as possible.
xoxo
Isi-Aki
