And indeed, for the first Friday in quite a few weeks, I didn't have to be up and out the door early (i.e. 6.15am) for a class or a meeting. The end of term one a couple of weeks ago was punctured by a meeting at the other campus last Friday, so it has taken until today to revert to normal...
Actually, when your life is timetabled there is no normal. It just is. And it is funny how you get conditioned to turning up on time each time. The shorter eight week term as opposed to the sixteen week semester (especially since we operate on both systems here) takes a little getting used to, or rather, just as you are getting used to times, it is over.
Never mind, there's another eight-week term to replace the last one.
I've also been keeping a keener than usual eye on the port...reports of a whale frolicking around in the Bay at the moment are a little distracting.
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| Way to start the day |
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| A whale is out there, somewhere |
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| Hazy ending |
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| Quite dystopian |
There are classes still to be had however, and students to encourage on the way. At the end of the day it was over to the student residences to check out accommodation and meet some of the international students. It might have been a later start but the late finishes remain.
[Camera : iPhone8, 10.07am, 6.01pm, 6.22pm; 22 June 2018]
