Leaving so soon?

We are already approaching 'The End'. The end of the Lent Term is only 3 weeks away. Two more Sundays and my commitments at my attachment church, St Georges, come to a conclusion. I can be a free agent on a Sunday morning during my final term.

So with this landmark appearing it was time for a farewell pint. And it was on the way to the farewell pint that I realised that the end of my time in Cambridge is really coming to an end. This week I started getting quotes for the house move, so I can set a move date, so I can give notice to our rental agency, which needs to happen next week! That point will mark 'three months to go'.

Am I ready for this?

Last week of term

So I'm a still a little behind on blogging, but I'm getting there with the essays.

The last week of term, which appropriately was last week, was a little busy. Monday saw the Gospel Choir out singing in a shopping centre in Cambridge. Not sure if people knew why we were doing it, but it was fun singing at innocent shoppers for an hour, even if I had only learnt one song on the day, having never heard it before. And not a carol in sight, or sound.

Tuesday saw the non-first years having a half-day course on Managing Change in the Church - making us aware of how change is perceived by different types of people, and how to approach things so that people will want to engage with change rather than resist it every step of the way.

Wednesday was actually a day off - got lots of reading and writing done.

Thursday, not a chance of doing anything, with my diary packed full of little one-off meetings and events, starting with a Hall Meeting (all staff and students) and culminating in the annual Advent Carol Service and after that the Christmas Dinner/Party/Revue/Ceilidh. Which was nice, but the layout of Ridley offers little opportunity for mingling spaces. Suddenly it was all over, people had disappeared and we realised that we won't see most of them again for a month.

All those 'Happy Christmas' wishes remain unsaid.....

Further distractions

We had a staircase breakfast and communion this morning, followed by a Hall Meeting (staff and students together, mulling over the term's events) which took us up to 11am.

I'm 2000 words into my first of two essays. The last 1000 words is going to be the difficult bit, so what better to do than get on with it, leaving the whole of next week free to polish off the second one.

Alternatively I could just check my e-mails, update my Facebook status, go for a cup of tea and have an interesting theological debate, pay a bill, meet Tasha after the spouses group and give a Christmas present. Before you know it there's only twenty minutes left before lunch, hardly worth starting now.

After lunch I hoovered my study (a very common essay avoidance tactic today, last day of term, when so many people discover where the hoover is kept), and then I thought I'd make another blog posting.

So here we are. I've run out of things to do. There's nothing now until chapel at 5.30. Three and a half hours. 1000 words. Head down, here we go.....