We had our first s paper training session today. Mr Smith, that inimitable patron of speech, was almost sleep-inducing. But not quite. He provoked some interesting thoughts. I think s paper training is going to be rather interesting. The questions are so broad and general that they require lots of higher order thinking skills, and I quite relish the challenge. This is me now. Give me a month and I'll probably be on my knees crawling about, crying for sleep and release from work. I'll really have to pray for perserverance and strength.

At least the texts are, well, texts. I think as I do more and more Lit, I begin to appreciate the subject more. I cannot possibly imagine myself doing a science course now. How could I even have contemplated it in the beginning? Biology was my favourite science subject, and that was only because all I had to do was to regurgitate notes. I can't do that now, not with any subject. And frankly, I much prefer this sort of thinking.

I realised today that that famous quote, "frailty, thy name is woman", came from Hamlet! Interesting stuff. Our latest lit text also seems intriguing thus far. At last, a return to prose, after a year of poetry.

Ha, I wonder why I'm feeling so literary now. Should go continue reading Hamlet, or Silas Marner. Oh, maybe Top Girls! Now that's a provocative text...

I need to go immerse myself in some good fiction book again. Something that might recapture my imagination for a while, and send me fleeing through wild and dangerous landscapes, battling with monstrous beasts, riding free over green fields. A pity most fantasy fiction is trash.

Solitude is not necessarily loneliness. That was something John brought to my attention recently. Perhaps I should seek solitude sometime soon.