That Finals feeling...
May. 31st, 2005 10:45 amI'm back in Oxford this week and next. My coursework deadline is this Friday (and it feels very odd to be at this stage and only have some editing and tidying up of my two essays - when did I get organised?), I then have a couple of revision sessions next week, and then in three weeks time it is Exam Week.
It feels like Finals all over again. I'd forgotten just how horribly gut wrenching it is, that constant feeling that one ought to be doing something, even if it is just re-reading the same notes, or fiddling with the same essays that have gone through four drafts already. I'm aware that I'm hitting the same levels of tension and rattiness that I had before my operation. Well...OK...not quite. I haven't threatened to dump
pierot yet (although I did threaten to throw him out of my car for arguing with me on how Camarilla status worked), so I'm doing a bit better than I have in the past.
I'm still the devil itself. I hear the Rolling Stones playing, and I think 'how sweet. Mick Jagger wrote a song for me. It's not entirely right, of course. I swear to god, I never laid a finger on Anastacia.'
Ah...that Finals feeling. How I have not missed thee...
It feels like Finals all over again. I'd forgotten just how horribly gut wrenching it is, that constant feeling that one ought to be doing something, even if it is just re-reading the same notes, or fiddling with the same essays that have gone through four drafts already. I'm aware that I'm hitting the same levels of tension and rattiness that I had before my operation. Well...OK...not quite. I haven't threatened to dump
I'm still the devil itself. I hear the Rolling Stones playing, and I think 'how sweet. Mick Jagger wrote a song for me. It's not entirely right, of course. I swear to god, I never laid a finger on Anastacia.'
Ah...that Finals feeling. How I have not missed thee...