The finals countdown
In forty-eight hours time I'll be sitting in a hall in Summertown taking my first exam. Oh dear. There's no way that I can learn everything I still don't know in that small time frame. It's going to be a busy weekend. My friend is cooking dinner for me tonight so at least that's an enforced break. I'm still really upset with MTAS who are currently proudly quoting the 92% of applicants who matched to their first choice school. They fail to mention what happened to the other 8% and how far down they landed up. I'm going to see the head of the med school next week to figure out my options if I don't take the place.
My housemate and her boyfriend are currently in our attic trying to shoo out two birds they've discovered. They looked like they were going mountain climbing when they took down the ladder. There's no obvious point of entry up there so the birds are going to have to exit via the front door. So far they're not incredibly compliant. The birds that is. Nicky and Ed are doing a grand job.
My housemate and her boyfriend are currently in our attic trying to shoo out two birds they've discovered. They looked like they were going mountain climbing when they took down the ladder. There's no obvious point of entry up there so the birds are going to have to exit via the front door. So far they're not incredibly compliant. The birds that is. Nicky and Ed are doing a grand job.