So who's a clever little girl, then?
I got 22 out of 25 points on the test bit! political. economy. aaaah.
MISS PRISM:
That would be delightful. Cecily, you will read your Political Economy in my absence. The chapter on the Fall of the Rupee you may omit. It is somewhat too sensational. Even these metallic problems have their melodramatic side. [Goes down the garden with Dr. CHASUBLE.]
CECILY:
[Picks up books and throws them back on table.] Horrid Political Economy!
Who da man? Oscar da maaaaan!
And, rest assured, I did not keep to that swotting schedule. I was alright til Friday evening, then I studied absolutely nothing from Saturday to yesterday. I spent the night awake, though, and I'm ashen-faced to say the least. There was an awful time around 2-3am when I fell asleep face down and I don't know how I awoke again but I did. I feel sort of weird on the inside and I'd love a sleeping pill because I need to be fiddle-fit by tomorrow morning but I can't really fall asleep because I feel sort of weird inside.
I have to write a presentation.
Yesterday I had a very English day. First I phoned that bastard UCL's International Office and a very pleasant male voice told me they've had my application since 19 May but it is still 'being considered' by the SSEES. Bollocks to that! Just accept me already, Erasmus students are never rejected by the host institution in a weird organ transplant scenario!!! But I certainly won't be able to apply for accomodation before the deadline. Booooooooooo.
And then I came back to Budapest in the evening, and I was sitting on the tram stressing over the exam when three rather fine-looking English geezas got on and I showed them which way the tickets go into the super oldschool ticket-punch. (that wasn't a euphemism.) And I was like, fucking fuck exam time, I should be out and about pulling these people, not studying. Bleh.
Also an English number rang me today, and I got excited, picking it up all "hell-ohh?" but it was just my sister calling from the surgery asking me to ask mum if she'd already had measles as a kid. (my sister, not my mum. she had, btw.)
MISS PRISM:
That would be delightful. Cecily, you will read your Political Economy in my absence. The chapter on the Fall of the Rupee you may omit. It is somewhat too sensational. Even these metallic problems have their melodramatic side. [Goes down the garden with Dr. CHASUBLE.]
CECILY:
[Picks up books and throws them back on table.] Horrid Political Economy!
Who da man? Oscar da maaaaan!
And, rest assured, I did not keep to that swotting schedule. I was alright til Friday evening, then I studied absolutely nothing from Saturday to yesterday. I spent the night awake, though, and I'm ashen-faced to say the least. There was an awful time around 2-3am when I fell asleep face down and I don't know how I awoke again but I did. I feel sort of weird on the inside and I'd love a sleeping pill because I need to be fiddle-fit by tomorrow morning but I can't really fall asleep because I feel sort of weird inside.
I have to write a presentation.
Yesterday I had a very English day. First I phoned that bastard UCL's International Office and a very pleasant male voice told me they've had my application since 19 May but it is still 'being considered' by the SSEES. Bollocks to that! Just accept me already, Erasmus students are never rejected by the host institution in a weird organ transplant scenario!!! But I certainly won't be able to apply for accomodation before the deadline. Booooooooooo.
And then I came back to Budapest in the evening, and I was sitting on the tram stressing over the exam when three rather fine-looking English geezas got on and I showed them which way the tickets go into the super oldschool ticket-punch. (that wasn't a euphemism.) And I was like, fucking fuck exam time, I should be out and about pulling these people, not studying. Bleh.
Also an English number rang me today, and I got excited, picking it up all "hell-ohh?" but it was just my sister calling from the surgery asking me to ask mum if she'd already had measles as a kid. (my sister, not my mum. she had, btw.)