A sailor with her compass

I cannot believe it has been almost a month since the course began. I should have started writing this blog the second Paul uttered the first word of the course study in Lecture theatre B. It was a 9 am lecture, I remember, the lecture theatre was cold and dark. I was a sailor amidst the sea with a compass in my hand made out of brass, the surface of which gleamed softly in the light coming from the projector.

The sailor is still navigating.

It is 4:58 pm now, I am in the library writing this so that I can experience what a productive day feels like. Today I plan on designing my blog’s interface and writing the first draft of the academic writing assignment. I attended a letterpress workshop today. Andrew and Ruth were amazing. Today, as a matter of fact, was a very good day. I found such beautiful books. I also found out about the fact that the LCC library stays open on the weekends.

The sailor can now see a beautiful island over the horizon. She loosens her neckerchief as she shouts “LAND HO”