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A week - actually, less - five days - and this semester will be over. It's shaken me, fucked me up in so many ways - being the studious IPE student that I am all I can think of is Marx and that quotation which is generally neatly ordered in my 'intellectual framework' - for lack of a less fucking pretentious phrase - but which is now just beyond my grasp, floating somewhere in the ephemera.
And then: holidays. In which I shall attempt to reconcile the student and the drudge in myself. Or, at any rate, prepare myself for next semester.
So I'm really going to go and study for this last subject - and pack - and generally enjoy the organisation that only ever comes at the end of semester. But otherwise: there is excitement in my life, lying just beyond the bend in the road. But I'll mix my metaphors and confess that I've already flipped to the back page of the book and now, satisfied that there's something to look forward to, will leisurely flick through the pages.
Fuck I need to get pissed.
And then: holidays. In which I shall attempt to reconcile the student and the drudge in myself. Or, at any rate, prepare myself for next semester.
So I'm really going to go and study for this last subject - and pack - and generally enjoy the organisation that only ever comes at the end of semester. But otherwise: there is excitement in my life, lying just beyond the bend in the road. But I'll mix my metaphors and confess that I've already flipped to the back page of the book and now, satisfied that there's something to look forward to, will leisurely flick through the pages.
Fuck I need to get pissed.