A theory of relativity

With every passing day, I undergo another rite of passage. Today saw my first essay crisis - two essays due in 24 hours, plus reading (of up to 37 books).

So far, so bad; at least for the casual onlooker. My personal coping strategy was to ignore the spectre of essay deadlines. First, I went clubbing at cindies (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrnJFPsymtk), returning only at 3am, semi-drunk and buzzing. So I worked. And worked. Until 10am. Waking up at 5 the following afternoon, I set straight to work. By 8pm, two essays of an acceptably-high calibre were completed.

Paradoxically, these deadlines have enhanced my social life. In my first two weeks (after the joy of fresher's weekend), I spent most of my time in the library, since there was no upper limit on the amount of work that could be done. Diminished returns apply, of course, but with a 30 book reading list, it's hard to stop reading, particularly when it all seems interesting. Well done me, then, for not capitulating.