Exams, sore muscles and the Kalela dance

Well, good people!
The odorous exam has been survived, I've even got the results for it, and I must confess that I am not entirely displeased with them!
So, with that announcement out of the way, I feel an urge to bemoan some rather sore muscles, particularly in my shoulder and stomach regions... The thing is that last Saturday morning, at 11 o'clock, my friend Anette and I went to work out at the gym! And we had a good work out session, too, duly proven by my still rather sore body. Working out on a Saturday morning makes one feel very good about oneself, as weekends generally are seen as a time for relaxation. Marvellous athletes that we are, we chose revitalization instead of relaxation.

And yes, if you wonder, I still feel good about it - why else would I write about it on my blog??? This is what blogs are for; instead of going around bragging about your accomplishments, you can quietly disclose the details of the said events on your blog, hope that someone reads it, and then they can compliment you on your fantastic achievements. Isn't that a lovely concept? I think it is.

The elation of completed exams didn't last very long, though. We are already back in business, with lectures and readings at full speed ahead. When checking my student e-mail account this afternoon, after class, I got a rather nasty shock; my professor asked me to prepare a presentation of a 44-page article for Wednesday morning (we have class at the horrid time of 08.15 every Wednesday)! Which has not been discussed in class, which is terribly long, and which I haven't read yet! Oh, freedom, where did you go? How can it be that you have left me this soon, after our few but wonderful post-exam days together?

Oh well, as Leonard Cohen so precisely puts it:
"There is a crack in everything,
that's how the light gets in."

I guess my best option is to attack the challenge of the work load head-on. That said, I suppose I'd best get back to my article on the Kalela dance in Zambia (or, as it was called back in the olden days when the article was written, Northern Rhodesia), and see if I can get anything sensible out of it to present to the rest of my class.

Until next time, take care, God bless! PT