Some Christians choose to fast during Lent. This means they can only eat one full meal a day, plus two smaller ones. That’s two scotch eggs on their own and a third one served on a plate with some salad.
Every year I try to give something up for Lent: chocolate, uncontrol- lable crying, trolling Piers Morgan on Twitter. This year, I decided to embark on my toughest challenge yet. That’s right – I’m giving up compulsory modules.
It’s a well-known fact that after celebrating the first ever Pancake Day, our Lord Jesus went M.I.A. in the desert for forty days and forty nights. And as someone who spent the first seven years of their educa- tion in a Church of England school, I can confidently say that besides not eating or drinking, Jesus didn’t complete a single compulsory mod- ule during that stint in the wilder- ness. Not one.
Following this example, I too will be resisting the temptation to watch any compulsory lectures this term. Maybe I’ll lurk in the seminars for a cheeky attendance mark, but my classmates will simply have to go without my astute observations and witty repartee.
This Lent, I want to take the opportunity for some ‘me time’. I might take up a new hobby, catch up on some sleep, prepare a dance routine for UCL’s Festival of Inti- macy. Who’s to say?
What I do know for certain is that I won’t be letting those pesky sixty credits get me down, and nei- ther should you.