Most people will have experienced that feeling at some point, the exam season officially and finally coming to a much anticipated end. It felt strange, not having the pressure or need to head home and hit the books again. Oddly, I felt out of place, almost at a little bit of a loss what to do with myself next. It didn't last long though. The inner-writer has been wrestling with the good-student for a long while, and finally the writer broke through. It wasn't long before I put beloved pen back to paper where it belongs.
However, before indulging my more literary side, most of my year decided that despite the fact it was a morning exam...and we got out at just eleven thirty...we should go to the pub. It wasn't a group decision, it seemed like everyone's individual circles just seemed to look at each other and think a celebratory beer was in order. And like that, an almost empty building was descended upon by almost the entire academic year's worth of chemistry students, drowning their exam-woes or celebrating the end of a mountain of revision.
Most of the people in the room, I wouldn't have considered day time drinkers. I certainly wouldn't put myself in that bracket either, in fact far from it. And yet, here I was, surrounded by my good friends and a pint in my hand, their good mood infecting me almost immediately. It wasn't long before I was smiling ear to ear, laughing at bad jokes and generally fooling around. All thoughts of exams and atoms behind me.
It's strange, how drinking before noon suddenly became the social norm for us all. No one planned it, it just happened. There were so many upsides to drinking at this time of the day. Not having to walk home in the dark afterwards being one of my favourites among these.
And after a few beers, everyone went home. As most of you will know, I live with all chemists already. So the walk from the pub to our house was a cheerful, almost carefree one.
Anyway, that's just a little story from me. I hope you all have an amazing week and I will try to post again soon. Bye!