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Life at the moment is a collection of "last times". I, most likely, will never be in Lower Parliament Hall again. My last Tunnocks meeting was last night - I'll come when I'm over for my birthday in October, but that'll be different. I wish I wasn't as sentimental about these things, but hey, that's the way I am. And I might ultimately be disproved, but probably not. After talking to Jum last night, I am more convinced than ever that I'm better off out of it. Whether my chances at another uni, should I choose to go down that route, will be hindered, I don't know. But St Andrews no more, and I think that's a good thing.