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squeefulfish) wrote2009-03-19 03:20 am
squeefulfish) wrote2009-03-19 03:20 am
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It might be only revision this year, but by gum is there a lot of it.
I'm reading my study notes from last year and I have to think about my abbreviations. As well as decipher my handwriting, which makes me think that I should have gone into medicine after all.
Had a minor panic earlier, and still haven't told the folks I'm buggering off to see the sea and eat the Cakiest of cakes while probably getting at least twice as much work done there as I would here. Part of the panic was in leaving all my books behind. My notes alone and the (minimum by my standards) required references mean I'll need to take my rucksack. Me, the girl who prides herself on packing light! Just don't ever ask to see the inside of my schoolbag, when it comes to that I live up to Baden-Powell's ideals. I'm still not sure if I'm doing the sensible thing here, but if nothing else I need a break and I need to not be on tea and sammich making duty. Am feeling some guilt at "abandoning" mum in her time of need, but I reckon if I stay I'll be so stressy I'll make her worse. I'm right, right? Assuage my guilt, people.
Family now all know that I'm going for Schol. Made the mistake of mentioning to my godfather at the funeral that I was shattered cos I'd been up all night studying and that was why I was going home earlyish for a nap. The alternative was drinking more and then falling asleep/dancing on tables/singing/getting crankier. So now everyone knows. Nothing like a bit of performance anxiety to really make ya, well, anxious.
Last bus to Cark at 6, aiming for the 4 bus though so I'll be awake enough to get the 4 hours done on the way down, plus an hour from Drawwda. And now, sleeps and up again round 9/10. Bit of a lie in.
I'm reading my study notes from last year and I have to think about my abbreviations. As well as decipher my handwriting, which makes me think that I should have gone into medicine after all.
Had a minor panic earlier, and still haven't told the folks I'm buggering off to see the sea and eat the Cakiest of cakes while probably getting at least twice as much work done there as I would here. Part of the panic was in leaving all my books behind. My notes alone and the (minimum by my standards) required references mean I'll need to take my rucksack. Me, the girl who prides herself on packing light! Just don't ever ask to see the inside of my schoolbag, when it comes to that I live up to Baden-Powell's ideals. I'm still not sure if I'm doing the sensible thing here, but if nothing else I need a break and I need to not be on tea and sammich making duty. Am feeling some guilt at "abandoning" mum in her time of need, but I reckon if I stay I'll be so stressy I'll make her worse. I'm right, right? Assuage my guilt, people.
Family now all know that I'm going for Schol. Made the mistake of mentioning to my godfather at the funeral that I was shattered cos I'd been up all night studying and that was why I was going home earlyish for a nap. The alternative was drinking more and then falling asleep/dancing on tables/singing/getting crankier. So now everyone knows. Nothing like a bit of performance anxiety to really make ya, well, anxious.
Last bus to Cark at 6, aiming for the 4 bus though so I'll be awake enough to get the 4 hours done on the way down, plus an hour from Drawwda. And now, sleeps and up again round 9/10. Bit of a lie in.