New Year’s Resolution

Yet, despite the inner stress, the time was full of peaceful anticipation and anticipation of Christmas all around. My arrival home was a narrow escape. As they say, at one minute before midnight. My flight took of at 1 p.m. and the Manchester airport closed four hours later. The snow was catastrophic in England this year. Nobody was prepared for such a mass of snow, and the system collapsed.

Christmas holidays were pure genius. I relaxed, spent time with friends and stuffed myself with Christmas pastry J. And my New Year’s Resolution? Pass my exams in June, find a job, be there for my friends, keep my work spirit up, and feel fine.

I flew back to England on Sunday and by Monday at 9 a.m. I was sitting at a desk in the lecture room. I must admit that I was a little homesick for the first couple of days, but once all my friends flew back, I felt good again. Except that I fell sick again: the incessant rain. My body succumbed again. It was not flu this time; it was a pretty tough case of tonsillitis. I was on an unintentional diet and could barely speak. The doctor asked me to write my problem down on paper, as it would be easier for me.

I spent the first week in bed. It made me think that it was a really “nice” beginning of my second semester. In a week’s time I had recovered enough to start going to the studio and dancing again.

I’ve been doing well so far. I am finishing my longest essay to date (2,000 words), but there is still a lot ahead of me. Holidays are away in the future, so let’s get to work! And carry on!

See you soon!