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Notes and queries on finishing a degree:
May. 27th, 2008 09:47 amIn thirty-six hours from now, I will have finished my Finals. Nine of those hours feature exams, hopefully eight of them involve sleeping (would be less, but, two exams in one day tomorrow, ouch), about eight of them involve mad cramming (am I going to fail the Cold War? yes I am), at least one of them will have ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jacinthsong feeding me risotto and telling me about the Middle East... I lead a busy, busy life.
So busy, in fact, that I missed Vienna Teng in London last week, and I will be just too busy and important to see the Indelicates tonight. (I would possibly be less childishly disappointed about both of these if a) there hadn't been not one but two of my favourite acts in one week) and b) I weren't just being childishly demanding about everything.)
And so, speaking of being childishly demanding. I finish tomorrow, Wednesday 28th May, at 5.30pm at the Examination Schools, Oxford. I have been quite extraordinarily demanding - see above - about what I want (plastic leis! glitter! and a PENGUIN!), but really, what I want is all of you. I know lots and lots of Finalists haven't finished yet, and I totally appreciate that not everyone can come, but, you know. Seeing people even just for five minutes would make me happy. Please come, if you can, and I totally understand if you can't.
I had planned to go punting afterwards, but the current weather forecast is for torrential rain. (Thank you, England.) I imagine we will go and lurk in a pub somewhere. Or something. I am exhausted and dizzy and will have had, by that point, the proverbial eight exams in seven days. I leave myself in all your capable hands, innuendo definitely intended.
[Edited to add: No, the weather forecast last night was twenty-five degrees and torrential rain; now it's twenty-one degrees and sunshine. What, BBC, just WHAT.]
Right. Back to work for me, but I leave you with what was possibly the loveliest mid-exam treat ever: in the spirit of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
amplificathon, a ficathon devoted to podficcing and the joys thereof, likethesun2 has done a podfic of one of my stories: Down and Upping. (Slings & Arrows, gen; it's a story about what happens after Geoffrey's Hamlet - note warnings, if it's not your banana). likethesun2 claims she can't do Canadian - to which my response is, she's an American reading out my British English, of course she sounds Canadian - and she reads it with such expression, she made me laugh at my own story. Which I find extraordinary, because when I wrote it I was complaining that wow, all these people keep telling me they laughed, and I wasn't trying to be funny - well, I laughed. I get it, and apologise in retrospect.
Ah, back to work yes. The wind is howling.
jacinthsong feeding me risotto and telling me about the Middle East... I lead a busy, busy life.So busy, in fact, that I missed Vienna Teng in London last week, and I will be just too busy and important to see the Indelicates tonight. (I would possibly be less childishly disappointed about both of these if a) there hadn't been not one but two of my favourite acts in one week) and b) I weren't just being childishly demanding about everything.)
And so, speaking of being childishly demanding. I finish tomorrow, Wednesday 28th May, at 5.30pm at the Examination Schools, Oxford. I have been quite extraordinarily demanding - see above - about what I want (plastic leis! glitter! and a PENGUIN!), but really, what I want is all of you. I know lots and lots of Finalists haven't finished yet, and I totally appreciate that not everyone can come, but, you know. Seeing people even just for five minutes would make me happy. Please come, if you can, and I totally understand if you can't.
I had planned to go punting afterwards, but the current weather forecast is for torrential rain. (Thank you, England.) I imagine we will go and lurk in a pub somewhere. Or something. I am exhausted and dizzy and will have had, by that point, the proverbial eight exams in seven days. I leave myself in all your capable hands, innuendo definitely intended.
[Edited to add: No, the weather forecast last night was twenty-five degrees and torrential rain; now it's twenty-one degrees and sunshine. What, BBC, just WHAT.]
Right. Back to work for me, but I leave you with what was possibly the loveliest mid-exam treat ever: in the spirit of
amplificathon, a ficathon devoted to podficcing and the joys thereof, likethesun2 has done a podfic of one of my stories: Down and Upping. (Slings & Arrows, gen; it's a story about what happens after Geoffrey's Hamlet - note warnings, if it's not your banana). likethesun2 claims she can't do Canadian - to which my response is, she's an American reading out my British English, of course she sounds Canadian - and she reads it with such expression, she made me laugh at my own story. Which I find extraordinary, because when I wrote it I was complaining that wow, all these people keep telling me they laughed, and I wasn't trying to be funny - well, I laughed. I get it, and apologise in retrospect.Ah, back to work yes. The wind is howling.
