Rain check
It's got to that point in the year where the vulnerable retreat to their thermal blankets, and as I lie entwined by exothermic projections of my computer monitor, I wonder what has happened to the year.
Perhaps you too are wondering, regardless- I am going to attempt to recount it.
College is back in fashion, and has been as of August 28th. Collection of my AS levels, despite retrospective fears, proved to be a pleasant experience, and go as follows:
English: 241/300 (A - just)
Media: 282 (A- full marks in both exam papers)
Philosophy: 277 (A - full marks in Moral Philosophy)
Psychology: 263 (A)
Previous speculation was, on all accounts, pretty wrong.
I have now, with the growing pressures of the final A level year, dropped Philosophy. In its wake I have taken up Photography, which compliments future aspiration in Film and Cinematography rather tastily. It has resulted in acquiring a rather unfortunate habit of spending my time crouching and teetering whilst flailing arms and equipment around in public places. Alas, the life of a photographer is bound for utter shamelessness, met with scorn and mockery by onlookers; and fear by those cross-haired in the frame.
English is looking lovely this year. Our texts and the necessary wider reading is teeth-sinkingly fantastic. I've pawed over Rushdie, Kundera, Swift, Orwell, Beckett, Atwood, Walcott, Donne, and Marvell in the last week, and they seem to have made my heart slide to the rhythm of their metre.
Media also seems to be getting its proverbial groove on. British Cinema is the new trend, and I have thus been saturating myself in Vaughn, Ritchie, Simon Pegg and Colin Firth amongst the other, more obscure names that attempt to mimic the reality of wet pavements and glistening leather jackets.
Other stuff:
I am involved to the armpits in The Magnificent Revolutionary Cycling Cinema and spent a wild majority of my summer filming, distributing propaganda, looking stern in meetings and dressing up towards the Big Chill . Their blog tells you more about that, and sums it up rather perfectly.
There was also WOMAD. Amazing as always, only this time I had the lovely Kimberley to dance and pretend to be zombies with.
We also went to France. This was after we broke down on Dover dock at 3am, was towed back to Cambridge to get repairs, and bought ourselves new tickets (thank YOU car insurance). I've never eaten so many mussels in my life, and, in fact, probably never will: I am now, as of 3 weeks ago, a fully-fledged vegetarian.
When I need to juice my writer's fruit, I shall once again return to write here. However, I hope the blossom of this entry is sufficient adornment of your friends page.
And yes, I AM still blonde.
Perhaps you too are wondering, regardless- I am going to attempt to recount it.
College is back in fashion, and has been as of August 28th. Collection of my AS levels, despite retrospective fears, proved to be a pleasant experience, and go as follows:
English: 241/300 (A - just)
Media: 282 (A- full marks in both exam papers)
Philosophy: 277 (A - full marks in Moral Philosophy)
Psychology: 263 (A)
Previous speculation was, on all accounts, pretty wrong.
I have now, with the growing pressures of the final A level year, dropped Philosophy. In its wake I have taken up Photography, which compliments future aspiration in Film and Cinematography rather tastily. It has resulted in acquiring a rather unfortunate habit of spending my time crouching and teetering whilst flailing arms and equipment around in public places. Alas, the life of a photographer is bound for utter shamelessness, met with scorn and mockery by onlookers; and fear by those cross-haired in the frame.
English is looking lovely this year. Our texts and the necessary wider reading is teeth-sinkingly fantastic. I've pawed over Rushdie, Kundera, Swift, Orwell, Beckett, Atwood, Walcott, Donne, and Marvell in the last week, and they seem to have made my heart slide to the rhythm of their metre.
Media also seems to be getting its proverbial groove on. British Cinema is the new trend, and I have thus been saturating myself in Vaughn, Ritchie, Simon Pegg and Colin Firth amongst the other, more obscure names that attempt to mimic the reality of wet pavements and glistening leather jackets.
Other stuff:
I am involved to the armpits in The Magnificent Revolutionary Cycling Cinema and spent a wild majority of my summer filming, distributing propaganda, looking stern in meetings and dressing up towards the Big Chill . Their blog tells you more about that, and sums it up rather perfectly.
There was also WOMAD. Amazing as always, only this time I had the lovely Kimberley to dance and pretend to be zombies with.
We also went to France. This was after we broke down on Dover dock at 3am, was towed back to Cambridge to get repairs, and bought ourselves new tickets (thank YOU car insurance). I've never eaten so many mussels in my life, and, in fact, probably never will: I am now, as of 3 weeks ago, a fully-fledged vegetarian.
When I need to juice my writer's fruit, I shall once again return to write here. However, I hope the blossom of this entry is sufficient adornment of your friends page.
And yes, I AM still blonde.