From Undergrad to Graduand
Yesterday afternoon witnessed the beginning of the end.
Between the hours of two and four o'clock PM, I was examined on the rather interesting matter of the Riemann Zeta Function. Besides being interesting for aesthetic reasons, this matter arouses attention in its capacity as the final examination I am ever likely to sit.
Since then, we have been on some adventures. To the top a hill of a hill in Chinley, to the depths of a Tib Street basement; we trekked and celebrated the end of our undergraduate examinations, and our new status as graduands ("not yet graduates", you might say) with much aplomb.
At 2:30 AM, Mr SK Blenkharn and I braved the long straight roads to Burnage, fighting opposition from Fallowfield drunkards. We shopped, returning to the Whitworth street residence of a certain Miss RL Chong, bearing with us the makings of a substantial chilli and an absurd chocolate fondue. We ate. We gorged. We could not stand up.
It is now 6:30 AM, and Chong has consumed all the tea she can. Surely, we cry, beating on our chests a sad lament, we have reached our limit. Enough is enough.
Why the sleepless night, spent in shameless revellry?
Simpy this: we proceed from undergraduate to granduand, slowly plodding towards graduation.
This stage of progression is peculiar to all. For myself, it represents a particularly interesting time, for in a little over twenty hours, I will be leaving this country to spend two and a half months in the glorious USA. I intend for this weblog to convey some of my experiences, thoughts and reflections over this time to all my wonderful friends and family.
For now, I am waning, my belly filled to the brim with the most molten of chocolate. I must make like Mr TC Sanders, or approximate Chong, and return to my bed, whence I rose approximately twenty one hours ago.
Much love.
Between the hours of two and four o'clock PM, I was examined on the rather interesting matter of the Riemann Zeta Function. Besides being interesting for aesthetic reasons, this matter arouses attention in its capacity as the final examination I am ever likely to sit.
Since then, we have been on some adventures. To the top a hill of a hill in Chinley, to the depths of a Tib Street basement; we trekked and celebrated the end of our undergraduate examinations, and our new status as graduands ("not yet graduates", you might say) with much aplomb.
At 2:30 AM, Mr SK Blenkharn and I braved the long straight roads to Burnage, fighting opposition from Fallowfield drunkards. We shopped, returning to the Whitworth street residence of a certain Miss RL Chong, bearing with us the makings of a substantial chilli and an absurd chocolate fondue. We ate. We gorged. We could not stand up.
It is now 6:30 AM, and Chong has consumed all the tea she can. Surely, we cry, beating on our chests a sad lament, we have reached our limit. Enough is enough.
Why the sleepless night, spent in shameless revellry?
Simpy this: we proceed from undergraduate to granduand, slowly plodding towards graduation.
This stage of progression is peculiar to all. For myself, it represents a particularly interesting time, for in a little over twenty hours, I will be leaving this country to spend two and a half months in the glorious USA. I intend for this weblog to convey some of my experiences, thoughts and reflections over this time to all my wonderful friends and family.
For now, I am waning, my belly filled to the brim with the most molten of chocolate. I must make like Mr TC Sanders, or approximate Chong, and return to my bed, whence I rose approximately twenty one hours ago.
Much love.
posted by J-hole at 10:20 PM
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