You don't see deadlines in the horizon, not even examinations. Only a reading list. You know this is momentary, but it's better than none at all. Your housemates have plans, but you haven't decided yet. What will you do this weekend?
Attend the Kimposium. You heard your coursemates talked about it, and you find it hard to believe. There was a symposium about all things Kardashian at Brunel University two months ago, and it generated polarising reactions. You weren't surprised, but the plan of having another one did. You knew pop culture to be an integral part of your life. (Many at the least.) Even your sister admitted watching an episode of "Keeping Up with the Kardaishans", and saw women being supportive of each other. (She valued emotional health, but you've been a free thinker all your life.) On the other hand, this is a reflection of Western values. Some lament the degradation, if not the deplorable state of (Western) society. But you thought this was what the Romans used to think about their way of life. (And there was a TV series about it.) Maybe you should look forward to James Corden's Carpool Karaoke instead.
Read "Brooklyn". Your coursemate saw John Crowley's big-screen adaptation of Colm TóibÃn's award-winning novel the other week, even promised herself to find a paperback copy of the book. Something stirred in you after learning about the premise. You were homesick during your first month in the university, even not replying to your mother's e-mails. (You kept on telling her that you procrastinated on your assignments, but not your night outs with your housemates. This made you a legend.) But you settled into the routine. You learned to love the English Department. Something dawned on you during your holiday with your parents (last Christmas). You don't like the small-town mentality of your hometown. You were not sure about it. Perhaps you wanted to try backpacking in a foreign country.
Plan a holiday. You regretted not pursuing a joint honuors degree, which would give you a chance to study in another country on your third year. You were green with envy when one of your housemates told you (and everyone in the dormitory) that she was looking forward to make new friends in Málaga. (You didn't ask her if this was final, as it might be Madrid or Barcelona.) But it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. (You passed her the other day, and noticed her haggard look. She had more deadlines to beat.) You wondered if taking a year off would make you prepared for the final year. Then again, you don't want time constraints. Better do it after you receive your degree. Your cousin mentioned Da Nang, where he claimed some locals would organise free city tours to backpackers. They wanted to learn English, and you reminded him (while they took him to My Khe Beach.) You sighed when you realised that you had two more years to go. It might not be a long wait, but you don't see the end to snowfall anytime soon.
It's your turn. What are your weekend plans?
