I'm doing 4 exams, I've done two, and they had exactly the same seating plan. I'm at desk number 13, into which you can read what you like.
It never happened to me until just now - got into an exam to find that two of the questions were about stuff that I knew about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wrote a whole 6 sides on something, and countered that with a neat side and a half on a question I didn't know anything about. They're going to love me :)
I managed to lose one of my handouts for one of my lecture courses. I figured this out by taking all my handouts and putting them on the floor. After photocopying someone else's notes, I returned to complete the line-up of "stuff I should know"
It's quite a lot. I need to know most of the second row of that lot for tomorrows exam. I've been examined on most of the rest.
Well, I'm no actually. Which is hard to believe. Take today, I finished all my exams. It's now 22:08, and I've not had a single drink. Not one. I've been rehearsing you see, and I've got to be up tomorrow at 8.
I got 68.7% in a fifth of my part II as well. The courseworky bit, which isn't that bad I suppose. :)
I currently have far too much to do. I finished my exams, obviously, and now have to help put a show on which goes up in 3 days. Therefore, there is much rehearsalness ocurring and it's eating my life...
Anyway, it's going to be great. There's dancing and everything. Photos will most likely follow in a few days :)
Just did a concert. Played the flute. And the organ. And the piano. Now typing with one hand. Lack of good grammar more attributed to being on the phone.
Am now not on phone, so usual bad spelling is back.
I was going to say something, but my head has stopped working.
/runs away.
Well, today is Suicide Sunday. This is the official "beginning" of May Week where everyone (except me) goes out and gets as much alcohol into them as physically possible. I don't do this, because I have to do stuff at 6:30 which is quite important and marks the end of me doing 3 years worth of stuff in a certain position. That's organisational position, as opposed to physical position.
I'm going to go write chapter 2 of my book now.
Well, it's Monday night, which means it's Trinity May Ball tonight. I'm not going, I'm just singing at people for an hour until 9, and then taking my money home. This is in stark contrast to Wednesday night, where I am singing, and playing, so get paid and a free ticket to the Pembroke June Event (it's not posh/expensive enough to be a May Ball).
So that's what I'm doing tonight.
That, and other things.
Possibly many other things.
Or possibly only one other thing.
How the fuck is it possible for a person to go through a year being predicted a 2.1/2.2 (mainly 2.1), get a really high 2.1 for coursework, and wind up with a 3rd? What the fuck are these guys examining, because it fecking well isn't the ability to do chemistry.
Well, that was a waste of 3 years of my life.
Went to London today. Decided to live in Stratford. That's in London. Decided to use short sentences as well. Photos from Cornwall are up. Cornwall was good. Graduate tomorrow. It's raining.
Hurrah. Now that I've graduated, and have a degree, and no job, I'm now unemployed! Properly so as well! :)
Food. Food is good.
Today, I woke up and thought "I need a new bike helmet". Well, I didn't, but at the moment, it makes no difference whether I had done or not. I had a small(ish) crash which resulted in me landing on my head, on a log. As well as putting a nice big red thing on my back, and my arm. So now I really do need a new helmet because my current one is broken. Gah. (Ow).