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Mmkay, so apologies yesterday to people who put up with shit from Niki, he was tired and dirty and filthy and had exams on the brain, plus had already spent a weekend making good enough friends with someone to constantly slag them off without fear of offense. As some people may know, when this sarcastic and mocking side comes into contact with grumpy fatigue, it can metamorphose into an extreme bitter streak. So again, sorry.
Today is not so much better, as exams loom large, and all that has changed is the sleepiness (showers were brought into use to combat the dirty feeling, but half an hour's walk in the Greek sun soon made that redundant). Combine this with the fact that various stages of paranoia have not had their wishes met to be allowed to fester quietly in an unhealthy corner of the brain, but instead been dragged out into the light like a squealing Gollum and been made to sit, Clockwork Orange-style, witnessing The Precious in slightly uneasy circumstances which it handles with disarming grace. I deliberately overburdened the previous sentence with similies and pop culture references to make it difficult to understand for everyone except those whom it may concern. And perhaps them too.
But at least today sees the disposal of the second of two 'difficult' exams (i.e. exams that haven't been sat before in a much harder context), and also an afternoon of kilted Dodgeball-viewing with our good friend Mr. Shaw of Queensferry. And possibly some sangria.
Oh, and we also get to dispense with the last lot of documentation that surrounds the ERASMUS/SOCRATES exchange programme, namely that form which our tutors fill in to say what exemplary students we have been in our work ethic and perfect attendance.
Shit.
Today is not so much better, as exams loom large, and all that has changed is the sleepiness (showers were brought into use to combat the dirty feeling, but half an hour's walk in the Greek sun soon made that redundant). Combine this with the fact that various stages of paranoia have not had their wishes met to be allowed to fester quietly in an unhealthy corner of the brain, but instead been dragged out into the light like a squealing Gollum and been made to sit, Clockwork Orange-style, witnessing The Precious in slightly uneasy circumstances which it handles with disarming grace. I deliberately overburdened the previous sentence with similies and pop culture references to make it difficult to understand for everyone except those whom it may concern. And perhaps them too.
But at least today sees the disposal of the second of two 'difficult' exams (i.e. exams that haven't been sat before in a much harder context), and also an afternoon of kilted Dodgeball-viewing with our good friend Mr. Shaw of Queensferry. And possibly some sangria.
Oh, and we also get to dispense with the last lot of documentation that surrounds the ERASMUS/SOCRATES exchange programme, namely that form which our tutors fill in to say what exemplary students we have been in our work ethic and perfect attendance.
Shit.