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Nov. 24th, 2005 11:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolToday is shaping up to be a good day, strangely. At 2am last night (CRAZY CRAZY INSOMNIA) I remembered I had to go and see my tutor for medieval history at 9.30 this morning.
Flailed a little bit and decided it was probably sensible to go to bed. I did and slept eventually and woke up stupiedly early.
Good thing I decided to go, though. Got me a 16 on the essay, which is damned spectacular (on a scale of 20!), considering I thought it was appalling. Hope remains for when I pick up the Reformation one tomorrow, but we'll have to see about that. And speaking of essays, I have a week longer than I thought on the essay and she threw in an extra weekend which takes a very big weight off my mind. It's nice to be reminded that you're not THAT bad at history. And because I am terribly competitive, I also feel smug as Lisa got the same grade and spent about five weeks on it, has a bibliography longer than pretty much my entire essay and e-mailed it back and forth to her mother as a beta-reader. I finished mine the day before it was due in, edited it the morning before and had my mind on other things. Yay and suchforth. Still, my ego will be sufficiently punctured by getting the essay I spent three days on back. Also, I have a Spanish test this afternoon. Note the following dialogue between a girl in my class and my med. history lecture, hence the conversation:
"So, Colleen, revised much?"
"I learnt the verb table for ser! ... finally."
"... weren't we meant to know that for the first test?"
"Oh yeah. But, y'know, I've learnt it. Finally."
"You really hate that class, don't you?"
"Gosh, is it that obvious?"
So, I have come back to Gatty to revise and will skip my modern history lecture. I Do Not Care about early modern warfare. "War in the Age of the Reformation" and whilst the Reformation is always good for a laugh, I am coughing up random nasty stuff like there's no tomorrow so I'd rather not sit and annoy everyone through my lecture. Plus the food is cheaper here, what with our shiny Lidl Snacky Cracky Crisps (oh god I'm not joking) so it means I can sit in the warm until Spanish. And that's something to ruin the good day thus far - Spanish tests. Eeek.
In other news, DocSoc is guilt-tripping me about not going to the OddBall (I can't afford eight pound for the priviledge of it, I wish I could) but more importantly is showing City of Death this Sunday. Also, my voice is nearly back to normal.
I think this calls for a w00t.
w00t!
Yes, yes, revise Spanish now, I know.
Also, Happy Thanksgiving all. It is very weird to be in a tiny university in a tiny town in East Fife and have a huge contingent of people celebrating Thanksgiving.
[eta: By God. Spanish, I think, actually went just about okay. Might have scraped an eight again! Wow. Also, it snowed a little bit as I walked across St Andrews. You know you're in Scotland when...]
~Hathy_Col~
Flailed a little bit and decided it was probably sensible to go to bed. I did and slept eventually and woke up stupiedly early.
Good thing I decided to go, though. Got me a 16 on the essay, which is damned spectacular (on a scale of 20!), considering I thought it was appalling. Hope remains for when I pick up the Reformation one tomorrow, but we'll have to see about that. And speaking of essays, I have a week longer than I thought on the essay and she threw in an extra weekend which takes a very big weight off my mind. It's nice to be reminded that you're not THAT bad at history. And because I am terribly competitive, I also feel smug as Lisa got the same grade and spent about five weeks on it, has a bibliography longer than pretty much my entire essay and e-mailed it back and forth to her mother as a beta-reader. I finished mine the day before it was due in, edited it the morning before and had my mind on other things. Yay and suchforth. Still, my ego will be sufficiently punctured by getting the essay I spent three days on back. Also, I have a Spanish test this afternoon. Note the following dialogue between a girl in my class and my med. history lecture, hence the conversation:
"So, Colleen, revised much?"
"I learnt the verb table for ser! ... finally."
"... weren't we meant to know that for the first test?"
"Oh yeah. But, y'know, I've learnt it. Finally."
"You really hate that class, don't you?"
"Gosh, is it that obvious?"
So, I have come back to Gatty to revise and will skip my modern history lecture. I Do Not Care about early modern warfare. "War in the Age of the Reformation" and whilst the Reformation is always good for a laugh, I am coughing up random nasty stuff like there's no tomorrow so I'd rather not sit and annoy everyone through my lecture. Plus the food is cheaper here, what with our shiny Lidl Snacky Cracky Crisps (oh god I'm not joking) so it means I can sit in the warm until Spanish. And that's something to ruin the good day thus far - Spanish tests. Eeek.
In other news, DocSoc is guilt-tripping me about not going to the OddBall (I can't afford eight pound for the priviledge of it, I wish I could) but more importantly is showing City of Death this Sunday. Also, my voice is nearly back to normal.
I think this calls for a w00t.
w00t!
Yes, yes, revise Spanish now, I know.
Also, Happy Thanksgiving all. It is very weird to be in a tiny university in a tiny town in East Fife and have a huge contingent of people celebrating Thanksgiving.
[eta: By God. Spanish, I think, actually went just about okay. Might have scraped an eight again! Wow. Also, it snowed a little bit as I walked across St Andrews. You know you're in Scotland when...]
~Hathy_Col~
