December. It’s the month to look forward to Christmas, enjoy time with your family and friends, wind down and be as cosy as you possibly can. Unless you are a student. In that case, December is filled with deadlines and exams. Oh, the fun we have. Because we all love a good list (I for sure do), I thought I would take one of these “10 things to do before Christmas” and give it a little twist… Student-edition, if you want. Enjoy!
- Have an advent calendar to count down.
Or, if you have a chocolate advent calendar, eat it all on day three when you are having a mental breakdown at 2am, thinking about all the things that needs to be done before Christmas.
- Go Christmas shopping.
Ha. Haha. With what money? You are a student, remember? (On that note, I know that presents don’t have to be expensive. It’s all for the fun, ok?)
- Visit a Christmas market.
Go straight to the stall with the mulled wine. Try and drown your sorrow in this sweet, way too hot drink. Try (and fail) to not burn your tongue.
- Build a snowman.
Yeah, like white Christmas is still a thing (at least not where I live) Thanks global warming! But because this is supposed to be about student-life: do you think I have time to build a snowman??
- Bake Cookies.
Or buy dough and eat it straight from the packaging. That counts as dinner, right?
- Snuggle on the couch.
With your laptop, three books, and a massive pile of unorganised papers. And at least a hundred post-it notes. It’s going to be romantic, I swear.
- Go ice skating.
Fall over and lay there on the cold ground, questioning the meaning of life.
- Make Christmas Morning Brunch.
Now that idea I like. Food is always a good idea. Your brain needs fuel!
- Buy a new Christmas sweater.
Wear it as much as possible. You will at least look festive and the bright colours might distract from the fifty shades of dark circles under your eyes.
- Celebrate Christmas with you family.
I’m sure they would be happy to quickly proof-read your 20-page long paper that you need to hand in after Christmas. They can do it before opening their presents. Let them feel your pain by complaining as much as you can.
As you can hopefully tell, this isn’t supposed to be serious. I know that December is a stressful month for a lot of people, not only students. But a little laughter might make it slightly better.
Hey there, how are you? Have you spent the last four days in a chocolate food coma that you’ve only woken up from to eat some more chocolate? If that is the case, I congratulate you: you have done Easter right. Although my weekend didn’t quite look like that, I still had an absolutely lovely time (and don’t worry, there was still enough chocolate involved. Obviously). Continue reading
Guess who crawled out of a hole, once again! I have a very good excuse for not being a busy bee on my blog for the first three weeks of January: hello, eleven exams over the course of two weeks! It wasn’t fun. But I’m glad to say it’s over and went pretty well. For the last two weeks, however, I have absolutely no excuse. Pure laziness, I’m sorry. In the two weeks since my last exam I celebrated with my study-buddies (we played “Never have I ever” – it was rather interesting!), went to a gig in Zürich (Ron Pope; highly recommend checking him out if you’re into singer/songwriter stuff), met up with lots of my friends and of course, did sweet nothing for quite a while. I also fell ill, which usually brings doing nothing with it. I also went out two weekends in a row, which is really wild for me. I am, after all, an old lady on the inside. Continue reading
I know it sounds absolutely lame and everyone always says the exact same thing, but can you believe how quick another year has passed? It has always been weird for me how time seems to go by faster and faster every year until someone recently told me something, that explains it all and makes perfect sense: relative to the time we have already lived, a year will always become shorter and shorter. So for example if you are two years old, one year is half of your life. If you are twenty, one year is only five percent of your life. Makes sense? It kind of does to me, but at the same time, it’s pretty scary because it means that the years will pass by even quicker. But enough of that now, before I get my brain into a knot.
Merry Christmas Eve to all you lovely people out there!
I hope you are already celebrating, spend time with people and eat lots and lots of good food – I know that’s what I did today!
This evening is not a time to read blog posts that are the length of a short novel so I’m going to leave you with a picture of our Christmas tree. It doesn’t get more festive than that, right?
One benefit that comes with having a blogging-buddy who’s also your buddy in real life is the fact that when it comes to Christmas, you get to exchange presents and then blog about it because on the internet, that’s a totally legit thing.
Woah guys, we’ve almost made it to Christmas! How are you all doing?
Yesterday was another blogmas-fail (I’m so sorry!) so I’m going to publish yesterday’s post today and we can all forget about the fact that I have missed four days of blogmas so far. But hey, these things happen.
Here in Switzerland, we celebrate on Christmas eve. The candles on the Christmas tree are burning, we eat delicious food and that’s also when we get our presents. When I was little, me and my siblings used to – like a lot of children – get toys for Christmas. I also got given quite a lot of books if I remember correctly. We usually wouldn’t start playing with our new toys straight away as there was still the Christmas dinner to be eaten and by the time the last piece of dessert was eaten, we were so tired that we just went to bed. Because of that, the morning after (so on the actual Christmas day) was always very special. We would wake up early, go down to the living room and give all our presents a proper second inspection. I remeber the feeling in the room, the smell from blown out candles and the tree still lingering in the air, wrapping paper all over the floor and a very peaceful, calm athmosphere.
This might not be a grand memory of something spectacular that happend but it’s one thing that I remember best and even today, on Christmas morning, when there’s that exact smell in the air, I get taken straight back to little Anna, looking through her books and playing with her toys.