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Why do I always end up with timetable clashes?
Tomorrow I have a lecture on suffragette poetry from 10-1, and then one on the rise of the Nazis from 1-3. The Nazi lecture is on the top floor of a different building, which takes at least five minutes to get to if I'm running, and is taught by a tutor who makes a point of humiliating latecomers.
High point of the day: a random woman stopping me to tell me I have beautiful hair, and then squealing. Low point: I stepped on a big lump of chewing gum in the street. I walked forward; my shoe stayed behind. I fell over.
I'm re reading North and South, and while I'm falling in love with the book all over again, I'm also remembering how much I can't stand Mr Hale at the start:
"We're leaving our idyllic country life for reasons I'll vaguely hint at but never specify. In two weeks. You can handle all the arrangements, can't you? Right, I'm off for the day. By the way, can you tell your mother? Bye!"
*Grumbles*
Tomorrow I have a lecture on suffragette poetry from 10-1, and then one on the rise of the Nazis from 1-3. The Nazi lecture is on the top floor of a different building, which takes at least five minutes to get to if I'm running, and is taught by a tutor who makes a point of humiliating latecomers.
High point of the day: a random woman stopping me to tell me I have beautiful hair, and then squealing. Low point: I stepped on a big lump of chewing gum in the street. I walked forward; my shoe stayed behind. I fell over.
I'm re reading North and South, and while I'm falling in love with the book all over again, I'm also remembering how much I can't stand Mr Hale at the start:
"We're leaving our idyllic country life for reasons I'll vaguely hint at but never specify. In two weeks. You can handle all the arrangements, can't you? Right, I'm off for the day. By the way, can you tell your mother? Bye!"
*Grumbles*