Study sessions with friends - why do we even bother?

Today I spent a (thoroughly enjoyable) 6 hours of my life with my friend Amy, a fellow History AS student who also has absolutely no idea what goes on during the 5 hours a week we spend sitting in history lessons. And today we organised a 'study session' to help each other out with the grippingly titled 'How important were the ideas of the Humanists in weakening the authority of the Catholic Church in the years before the Reformation?' essay which, apart from having a number of pointlessly capitalised words, sounded like the epitome of the 3 D's; difficult, dull and d'oh so pointless.

But despite our misgivings we pulled out our stupidly heavy books, spread them artistically on the table between us and bent, pen poised between our fingers, over the sheet of mockingly blank paper. Of the six or so hours we spent in that position, I think an hour or so was spent on actual work.

Granted, you may see this as a failure, but as far as I am concerned, I spent 6 hours of my Sunday sitting at a table with a fellow history student, several immensely educational/tedious books opened between us and a pen in my hand. Legitimate? I think so.

In any case, this blog must here be cut short because, unsurprisingly, I have an essay to write.