Why study when you can dance?

I should really spend my entire day studying today. I mean, this is a serious off-campus academic program, and I should take my academic work just as seriously as I would at home. I should never go out and do something fun instead, such as swing dance in London and get home at 2am, right?

Wrong. Swing dancing is much more fun than studying.

So I’m off this evening to London, where I’m going to go back to Jitterbugs for the second week in a row. This is, of course, after I went down to London yesterday to do other fun things (like Harrod’s, the Brompton Oratory, the Victoria and Albert, and sneaking into a private garden in South Kensington) instead of studying. I keep telling myself I’ll study on the train, but I have a feeling I’m not going to do that either. I’m really good at this figuring out how not to study thing. :-)

Honestly though, I do worry once in awhile. I mean, I have studied for this exam, probably 4 or 5 hours total, which is fine, and I feel confident enough that I’ll do ok this time around. But that’s not really what worries me. I think that because I don’t study that much that I’m never going to get very good at it, and that then when I really do need to study I’m going to be screwed. It’s sort of like I’m not shooting myself in the foot now, but at some undefined point in the future, and it’s just going to be that much more painful.

…but obviously, that’s not changing my mind. So it’s off to London for me. Someone else can delve into the economic nuances of Britain’s return to the gold standard of 1925. I’d rather dance.

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