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