Wednesday, October 28, 2009

I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain...

Yesterday, during that freakishly bad weather, I decided to do something that I had always wanted to do but never quite got around to… duck diving!

I had shut myself in my room all day, missing everything but compulsory lectures and tuts to study for this pain-in-the-arse test: Linguistics. Due to my complete lack of dedication to the subject during the term, I literally had one day to teach myself the entire syllabus which so happened to be Japanese. Needless to say, when the lecturer didn’t pitch up with our tests, I was not impressed, especially considering that now I had to walk home in the pouring rain for no reason.

But then, a moment of opportunity arose when I heard someone in the crowd of disgruntled students yell “its time for duck-diving!” In case some of you are not familiar with this phrase, duck-diving consists of throwing oneself headfirst onto the rain-soaked ground in the hopes of skidding across the water as a duck would when it lands in a dam.

To be honest, I was a little apprehensive about the whole idea at first. All I could think about was the fact that I could not afford to get sick just before exams but then, before I knew it, I was dashing through the downpour, screeching as I leapt into puddles and running through the rivers pelting towards me. As we arrived at the great field, I saw that we were not alone. We were not the only students wanting to act like five year olds in the rain.

So now here I sit tissue in hand and possibly a bit drowsy due to the copious amounts of Vitamin C tablets and Med-Lemons that I have consumed. Was it worth is you may ask? Running in the rain like a little child high on sugar, mud stains in my clothes and possibly the worst cold I have ever had? Most definitely!