Dolphin Hall, Oxford, England - 2am Thursday morning

Dec 10, 2008 19:46

Three exams done. Aced. Finished. Completed. One to go. Or rather, one paper to go.

15 pages down. 5 left. And Parker can't remember what the hell conclusion she was going to come to.

So she sends out an e-mail into the ether:

TO: Everyone
FROM: Parker

WHY DOES MY SENIOR CHINESE TUTOR HATE ME? WHY? WHY? AND DON'T SAY BECAUSE HE'S MET ME!

[ooc: open for return e-mails, phone calls, or IMs for the insane Oxonian.]

oxford, isabel, exam hell, zero

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