I lose slightly
I've had my least productive revision day so far. I left for town at noon, did three-quarters of an hour of reading the Aeneid, had lunch with Peter, then faffed by reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince all afternoon.
I'm so far behind with this Epic paper now there is no catching up before next term.
I called my mother and cried excessively at her tonight - something I should not have done and hate doing, because if you're going to cry you should do so in person because nothing feels more useless and horrible than listening to someone cry and not being able to hug them.
It was mostly hormones, to be fair, rather than genuine issues.
So, I am definitely going home, tomorrow evening in fact, to have a break from the city and a few decent meals. I shall have to start bracing myself for the litany of questions:
- Am I eating properly?
- Have I sorted out a job yet?
- Am I working hard?
- How is that nice boy?
- Am I all right for money?
- Am I definitely coming home for Easter Sunday?
- Am I definitely trying hard for a First?
All of which is, I know, only an indication of affection and interest. But I still get to feel slightly badgered.
Right, time to go to bed.
I'm so far behind with this Epic paper now there is no catching up before next term.
I called my mother and cried excessively at her tonight - something I should not have done and hate doing, because if you're going to cry you should do so in person because nothing feels more useless and horrible than listening to someone cry and not being able to hug them.
It was mostly hormones, to be fair, rather than genuine issues.
So, I am definitely going home, tomorrow evening in fact, to have a break from the city and a few decent meals. I shall have to start bracing myself for the litany of questions:
- Am I eating properly?
- Have I sorted out a job yet?
- Am I working hard?
- How is that nice boy?
- Am I all right for money?
- Am I definitely coming home for Easter Sunday?
- Am I definitely trying hard for a First?
All of which is, I know, only an indication of affection and interest. But I still get to feel slightly badgered.
Right, time to go to bed.