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I'll have performed my very first miracle if I am able to pass tomorrow's English Literature examination. The very idea of writing two essays which must span no less than six works seems utterly rediculous at the moment, but hopefully wikipedia will "help a brother out" tomorrow beforehand and dust off the cobwebs from the region of my brain where memory of reading said texts is stored. Afterwards, I'm treating myself to three psych experiments, then doing some shopping for a pair of shoes I'll need for work on Saturday. At least it sounds as though it'll be more of an orientation (with meals to boot!) than an actually work.
Bah... pray for me my comrades... at least it's a first year course... there some solace in that, right?
Bah... pray for me my comrades... at least it's a first year course... there some solace in that, right?