After a bit of diversion and distraction, I put on a metaphorical set of blinkers, shut my ears to the outside world and spread out my books on the desk. It is a long time since I have purposefully studied anything, and I was determined I was going to study, come what may. It was a surprise to me to find how quickly I became happily absorbed in what I was doing. I found it easier to position my books across the desktop and use the depth, placing me at the centre of it all. I decided to write in good old-fashioned pencil. Every now and then, when correcting something, I cursed the rubber for being so chunky. It's one of those tolerant rubbers that does not leave a trail of dark marks after lots of use, which is why I use it, but it does rub out more than it should.
I found it a joy to delve into favourite text books again, books that had been abandoned to a bookshelf for some years. It felt like meeting up with good old friends. The one text that was new, was busy introducing itself to me. I could have written in it, or copied pages to work with. I used to study either way, pretty successfully, years ago, (before owning a computer) and perhaps this is why I have returned to a tried and tested method. Let's hope my cerebral vitality is up to the task! I am toying with the idea of copying my pencilled notes onto the computer, once I have tidied my desk, putting my books either temporarily back on the shelf, or, better still, in a neat pile, so they'll all be easily available for the next study session.
Comment vas-tu, toi ?
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