Freedom, but at what cost?
Well, the exams are all over. It feels pretty good to be free, but would be a whole lot sweeter if I was happier with how they’d gone. Looking back now, they seem every bit as bad as they did at the time. I’ll most likely get a 2:2, which is bad if not exactly disastrous, but a part of me is still scared that I may be heading for a 3rd. That would be enough to earn me an appearance in front of the Academic Standards Committee next October, which is an experience I would rather avoid. Still, if such is my fate at least they will force me to work. Most likely they will ban me from all theatrical pursuits and insist I regularly update them on exactly how much time I am spending working. They may even go as far as to install some sort of electronic tag in my brain that will electrocute me if I stray more than 5 yards from a textbook. Well, I’m sure they would if they could.
My new found freedom has not been utilised entirely in the pursuit of sloth, though it has characterised much of my activity since Saturday morning. Having finished, I spent most of the afternoon catching up on sleep before partaking in a modicum of drunken revelry that evening. More than a little hungover, I was still playing football at 12 on Sunday, and the afternoon was then spent trying desperately to fix my temperamental computer. The poor thing has serious issues, and I’m hoping to unleash one of my Computer Science friends on it once his exams are done. At the very least I need a new CPU fan, and there may be something terminal about my hard drive as well.
Not much else to report really. Projects for the next few weeks include finding a way to earn money this summer, watching all the DVDs in my collection I haven’t yet found time for, building a decent photoblog and hunting down someone willing to play Scrabble with me. Oh, and I was ‘tagged for a meme’ the other day by Kerrie (aka WhimsyChick), which I do intend to complete at some point. Those of you unfamiliar with this weblog phenomenon will have to be patient. I will explain, but some other time when I’m not so tired…