Superwoman

A meeting with my Peace-building presentation group:

Them: 'How about 9 o'clock on Sunday morning?'
Me: 'Its Sunday! Its against my religion to start working that early'.
Them: 'Okay, we wont make you get up that early'
Me: 'Thank you'.

Considering that this is a year 'out' and therefore, doesnt contribute anything to my BA, I sometimes wonder why an earth I am working harder than I ever did at Bristol. Last week was completely manic; I had a huge presentation to prepare for my graduate class, a 24-page law essay to re-write as a token of thanks for some private Japanese lessons, Japanese report on England, 3 politics essays, and then daily Japanese homework. AAARRRGH!

My group for Peacebuillding had to give a presentation on proposals for a Social Development project in a conflict zone. We decided to choose a region that the professors would have very little experience off in the hope that we might be able to hold up during the Q&A session. So Burundi, Chechnya and the likes were immediately struck off the list, and we settled on Mindanao, an island in the Phillippines. At the beginning of the week, I didnt know a single thing about Mindanao but my Lord, I was an expert on it by Wednesday. Our presentation kicked ass, we gave a 40 minutes lecture followed by a 50 minutes Q&A on detailed proposals for microfinance project and non-formal community-orientated education for a town in Mindanao. Even God, one of the Lecturers, couldnt faze us with his questions.

We received 20/20 for our efforts and the senior professor put the icing on the cake by saying that if we polish it up a little, he could try and sell the idea to an actual NGO.