Yes, it is, but now that I've been tapping away in my sanctum for three nights in a row, I'm rather getting used to it. Not that it still isn't awesome to have my computer here. Not only do I feel a lot more comfortable, it's also heaps convenient to have all my study things around me so that I don't have to go back and forth between my room and the attic. And I swear it's showing in my work habits: I started my Modernism essay on Sunday, right after I finished sorting out the new layout of my room, and finished it last night. It's not even due until tomorrow! I can't remember the last time (if ever) I finished an essay before the night before the due date.
My room looks much bigger now, too. My bed has been pushed against the wall, partly in a little enclave thing that feels very cosy when only my bedside light is on. Having everything against the walls means that there is a huge open area on my floor, which I hope will come in handy for having sleepovers and the like. I think that it will now fit a good four people side by side, or six if we are space efficient.
In order to rearrange my room so well, I had to do a massive clean-out of all my stuff, which almost took up my whole weekend 'cause I decided to get rid of a rather ugly bookshelf that just happened to house the majority of my books. The old schoolbooks dating back to year 7 went into the attic, and the stacks of paperbacks that I never read went into the guest room (all I need now are guests to inhabit that room and enjoy some Austen, Blyton, etc.). I can't quite believe that I'm only 16 (therefore, relatively young in human terms) and I've already collected so much junk. What a regular young capitalist I am. I had to take half the clothes out of my wardrobe so that we could move it, and it made a pile half a metre high on my bed! And that's only the stuff I've gotten over the last three years.
Teachers are really piling on the work now. I've finished my English essay but I still have to do my Chem research assignment, study for my calculus test (which still sort of mystifies me), write a French speech from the point of view of an immigrant (due next Wed! Argh! And it's worth 10% of our report mark) and do my Modern History essay. The essay is actually really freaking me out. I may still have four weeks to do it, but it's got to be edited and done in true academic style with heaps and heaps of research involved. I'm starting to get sick of my topic. I wish I hadn't chosen to do Margaret Thatcher. I wonder how the other Mod Hist kids are feeling. Though I imagine by now I'd be sick of my topic no matter what I'd chosen.
Today I went to the library to get another stash of books on Thatcher, and one of them weighs more than my Maths textbook. And I'm going to have to read all of it, because it's a recount of everything that happened in her eleven years at number 10. *sigh*
Plus I had to get books on coal (for Chem) and the Arab-Israeli conflict, which I sort of get, but all this Middle Eastern territory stuff isn't really my thing anyway. Since I don't have anything due 'til Friday, I think I'll chill for now... Hello, youtube.