That was my essay topic for this week, guys.. the beginning and ending of the Iliad. It was a toughie. Not so much researching it, you understand - just getting the words written down. Fitting in everything that needs to be said. Making some sort of sense. Not sounding like a pretentious twat. All these issues needed to be circumnavigated, and it was a tough job doing so.
So tough, in fact, that this weekend, I seriously struggled. In fact, it's Monday now, and I only finished my essay this afternoon. 'Well', you may say, 'that's still 24 hours before the deadline tomorrow!' 'Indeed', I shall reply, 'but that's not the point'. Having an essay hanging over you is such a horrible feeling, and it's been making me moody all weekend. Even the joys of going rowing twice (and I mean that in the most ironic fashion possible) could not lift me from the depths of my gloom. Happily, though, the rest of this week looks set to be good. My dad is coming to visit tomorrow, bringing with him lots of lovely stuff that I foolishly did not anticipate needing. Jenny is coming this weekend - YAY!- and there's a bop on Friday too, and no rowing session, so it's going to be pretty chilled. It's James' birthday on Wednesday, so we can get him drunk and mock him for his Englishness, and, even though I do have an essay to write, I DON'T have one in 5th week! How awesome is that?! Beyond awesome, that's how. Dan is not impressed. But hey ho. I maintain that I still do loads of work; the week I am essay-less I shall be revising all my Greek to a slightly better standard than it is at present. I won't just be bumming around!
Finally, I'd just like to end on the note that Sam Hitchings = awesome. What a college dad. I couldn't have hoped to be given a more lovely parent. Thanks Sam!
