Free At Last

My essay is finished! I printed it out along with the bibliography and cover (in past experience it has proven wiser to separate them into two further documents so that the page numbering, etc., is accurate) roughly at noon; dawdled, since the secretary's lunch hour is until 2 p.m.; and then set off for the university.

It is a 'fresh' day and the sun was shining; it is not really springlike, but one bulbous saffron-yellow flower which might be a crocus gleamed from the U-Bahn embankment, and the mistletoe globes were as present in the twiggy trees as ever; there were also surprisingly many students still at the university. I reached the Islamic Studies department and climbed up to the office, whose door was open, and then there stood the professor! He seemed pleased to receive the essay — surprisingly, considering that he has to read it all, considering that it is 18 pages long rather than the suggested range of 10-15, and considering that it is *cough* no longer 'the end of February.' So I scuttled off again, shamefaced though happy.

Now I am at the bookshop and debating the crucial question: to waste my time uproariously for the rest of the holidays (until mid-April), or to do something useful? Or both?