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Today I had the first half of my sixty credit module. I managed to remember everything from the half of the exam that is tomorrow and couldn't remember the name of any twelfth-century saints other than Thomas Becket, who my lecturer hates with a fiery passion, and the Virgin Mary, who doesn't technically count. All I had screaming around my brain was "ELY ETHELDREDA CUTHBERT CUTHBERT OOOH LOOKIT OSWALD!"

Tomorrow I will undoubtedly forget who Bede was and not be able to get the name Sulpicius Severus out of my head.

And yes, none of you have a clue what I'm talking about. It's okay. I don't really have an idea either. This time tomorrow I am going to be hurtled 1500 years into the future (okay, still our past... look, I don't do temporal physics or English and don't know what tense to use here) and learn everything there is to know about Victorian politics and try not just to flail too loudly. And I'll probably be soaking wet as everyone else seems to be done with exams tomorrow. BOOOO.

lalalala more skittles for Colleen. I am tired and want out of exams and feel a bit bemused that even after all this they're not done for another five days, which feels like eternity at the moment.