I realised that my liking for the English subject over the past five years stemmed partly from the strange paucity of homework in our modules.
Unfortunately, this compact with the English teachers seems to have been rescinded!
ICH MAG DAS NICHT! :@
– I’m lying, of course; if my allegiance were so easily bought I would be a top Russian spy by now –
(A random observation: It intrigues me when people give their Facebook photo albums names that have nothing to do with the photos inside. No matter how much I love ducks, I would not dream of naming an album full of school pictures ‘La Revolution de Quekadoodles’.)
Another 30 hours, then a 14-hour sojourn in the soulless void of an airplane cabin [I sincerely hope we get the new entertainment systems]… then Camborne!
This Camborne trip is completely non-academic – I rather enjoy academic trips really, XLAB being a case in point – but oh well I hope it’s going to be fun nonetheless.
Now, my benevolent group-mates UNILATERALLY decided that I should present my ARP to the Sixth Form… so now I have a backlog of English homework, plus personal essay, plus a random assortment of small stuff, plus an ARP presentation and a presentation on Singapore, all to be completed by tomorrow! Please place yourself in my webbed feet for a moment…
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At this point, perhaps two quotes are in order from my favourite German neurophysiology lecturer of all time, Barbara Ritter:
What a LARGE WHOPPER!
OH HAPPY DAY!
