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I have finished the Historiography essay. Somehow I feel it as a feeble attempt at grasping at straws, basically summarising the lecture, learning points and by the time I felt I had everything together, coherent and intelligibly handwirtten, I had exceeded the word limit by two hundred words. (Actually, given only a minimum number of 500 words, technically I did not.)
I have been invited back to my former school for prize-giving day. I had to practically go on my metaphorical knees and beg my parents to attend as my photographers, and even when I did the only thing that persuaded them was the availability of refreshments. I wonder what sort of prizes would they be handing out? Certificates, perhaps, another lasting parting gift. I am hoping for book vouchers, to be spent indiscriminately. My parents were less excited at the prospect. Mother tore open the envelope, read and contents and uttered 'oh, good' while I was beside myself. It would take place on April the 24th, and conveniently I could get on stage, get off and claim my graduation certificate on the way out from the General Office.