Blog Archive — Page 71
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Passing of Conclusion
So it seems that, almost without a thought, term ended… Not with a bang, or a pop, or even with a party. It faded, just like I thought it probably would. I guess that now it’s time to fade out for a while.
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Imminence
Well, here we are, four hours from the end of this term’s Uni work. And, even now, it doesn’t feel special yet…
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Acceleration of Conclusion
Well, conveniently the problem of whether or not to go to lectures today was solved for me - I slept through all of them. Even the one at 2pm. So, all that’s left of this term now is roleplaying tonight, Photonics on friday afternoon, friday night’s party, and three days of fading away…
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Approach of Conclusion
Well… for better or worse, that’s all my deadlines for this term out of the way. And wow, that feels good… This afternoon - and especially this evening, at the ninja-costumed pub crawl (pictures soon) - I can really have fun!
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Sensation of Conclusion
Now, finally, it’s starting to feel like this term is ending. But not a sudden end, though - more like it’s fading; as we start to drift away for a while, trails of golden light disappearing into the darkness…
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Thrown Off-track
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised… When they advised us that we should do the Data Handling problem sheets every week during the term, it looks like they were right. Doing the remaining five by lunchtime tomorrow is not happening.
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Imminence of Failure
Woke up around midday today, and spent most of the time between then and 11pm feeling tired and as if I was about to collapse. Result - I got no work done. 7 problem sheets remain, to be done within 36 hours. Right now, of course, when I really need to get some sleep before my 8am start tomorrow, I feel wide awake. Staying awake throughout the night is tempting, but I know it’s a stupid idea.
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Verbal Open Heart Surgery
Admitting to things I thought I’d rather keep secret was a strangely helpful experience, I think.
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In the last day...
Of the last 24 hours, I’ve spent:
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The Beginning of an End
Well, it’s December after all. Allegedly. It still doesn’t feel like it.