Had an excellent weekend in Oxford, during which I ( Read more... )

I spent yesterday morning drinking flat champagne and eating belgian chocolate for breakfast; very rock-and-roll, but I think I have discovered the best cure for a hangover. This was my mum's birthday champagne, so happy birthday to her ( Read more... )

I am finding it quite literally impossible to do any work, despite the deep and abiding awareness that this is the last day that I will need to and I am really gong to kick myself if I don't and argh, what a time to lose motivation completely. I've done quite a pathetic amount of work today, after taking a three-day weekend off. Sleep cycle's ( Read more... )

So, day after the last freakout I had another, somewhat larger one. But all is good now. Probably best not to talk at length but suffice to say that finals are rapidly evolving as some sort of existential crisis in which every single insecurity comes up to the surface, to mix metaphors. Which is really quite ridiculous; freaked out about things ( Read more... )

Being a finalist is like being kicked in the teeth. I can't do enough, I'll never get it done, I've always got to be thinking four steps ahead. I'm thinking about postgrad applications and work experience while my degree itself seems to sail past and wave. These two weeks have been a bit crushing. I've been weirdly ill and managed to tear the ( Read more... )

Preparations for Term-time

1) Masses of undone work, including an unwritten thesis- check.
2) Moderate to high levels of panic- check.
3) Pre-term sleep deprivation- check.
4) Complete ignorance about the subject of my collection- check.
5) Last minute washing- check.
6) Last minute begging my dad to iron my shirts- check.
7) Watching Studio 60 ( Read more... )