I Aten't dead.
Ai. Tomorrow I'm heading off on Adventures with La Famille, and so today has been filled with frantic download-all-the-PDFs ever; get-everything-I-possibly-can-from-the-Uni-library, because if I don't have access to every single paper ever written, I might fail my finals! I'm really looking forward to the holiday though - seeing it as a chance to do two weeks solid work surrounded by sea and sand. Let's just hope it actually turns out like that...
This last week or so's been great - a much-needed recovery space from the traumas of the two papers I handed in 9th Week Hilary; both of which went absolutly fine up until the last minute and then suddenly got awful on me. There was a chain of very minor organisational things that went wrong, all of them my own fault and all of them in isolation completly insignificant that, added together, came up to Doom and Despair and Woe. I'm really frustrated by the fact that, on all three of the hand-in papers I've done so far, my organisational imcompetance overshadowed the work I've put into them all, and will probably -at the least- lead to penalties for lateness.
I haven't much of interest to impart - I keep doing things and thinking 'ooh, I should post about that', but then I never quite get 'round to it until they seem to have faded into irrelevence. Owing to lack of internet on the boat (boat! excite) we're staying, I will probs remain incommunicado. It is Woe, though less so for my than for C, my foster-sister, who will very sadly be deprived of TV and girlsgames.com for that time! (feorseonde bidrorene? At least half of my day has been spent up to my eyeballs in Old English, going though old lecture notes and whatnot to figure out what to take...) Still, I'm sure she'll learn to cope - somehow or other....
I did think that after Hilary was done my posts would be less tinged with Work! Doom! Work! than before. Guessing that won't actually happen until it's all over though....
This last week or so's been great - a much-needed recovery space from the traumas of the two papers I handed in 9th Week Hilary; both of which went absolutly fine up until the last minute and then suddenly got awful on me. There was a chain of very minor organisational things that went wrong, all of them my own fault and all of them in isolation completly insignificant that, added together, came up to Doom and Despair and Woe. I'm really frustrated by the fact that, on all three of the hand-in papers I've done so far, my organisational imcompetance overshadowed the work I've put into them all, and will probably -at the least- lead to penalties for lateness.
I haven't much of interest to impart - I keep doing things and thinking 'ooh, I should post about that', but then I never quite get 'round to it until they seem to have faded into irrelevence. Owing to lack of internet on the boat (boat! excite) we're staying, I will probs remain incommunicado. It is Woe, though less so for my than for C, my foster-sister, who will very sadly be deprived of TV and girlsgames.com for that time! (feorseonde bidrorene? At least half of my day has been spent up to my eyeballs in Old English, going though old lecture notes and whatnot to figure out what to take...) Still, I'm sure she'll learn to cope - somehow or other....
I did think that after Hilary was done my posts would be less tinged with Work! Doom! Work! than before. Guessing that won't actually happen until it's all over though....