I'm supposed to be writing an essay on women in the Iliad right now, but I'm feeling in need of a little distracting, and doing this means
a) I'm not eating random things (my favourite method of procrastination)
b) I haven't actually left my computer, ergo I could start working again at ANY point. Which means it isn't really procrastinating at all, just a mild distraction ...
Ahem. So. Here we all are then. Working hard, at Oxford, and all that. This is my last essay for this term, yesss! That may sound a little outrageous as term doesn't finish until the 6th December, but to be honest, it's not like I won't have any other work to do. I am constantly made to feel guilty about how little work I have in comparison to other people, but hey. I heard from someone (who I'm sure was a reliable source..) that Classics is the hardest degree to actually do well in at Oxford. So there. Besides, no matter how hard or not I work this year, I will be absolutely swamped in work next year in preparation for Mods. So stop abusing me, people!
Ok, that's my little rant over. I can talk about something else now. I would talk about rowing, but I'm afraid that I'll be accused of only ever talking about it.. which may or may not be an unfounded accusation. I'll just briefly state that
a) the women's novice As should TOTALLY have beaten Balliol if the boat hadn't broken and
b) the men's novice As are AWESOME.
Rowing news over. Lets discuss something else. Quick, quick or I'll have to start writing my essay again.. er... the weather! Why oh why does it always snow wherever I am not? Cambridge had snow at the weekend. Did Oxford? No! It was bloody cold, but there was no snow. How is that fair? It isn't, is the answer you are looking for. So that's rather infuriating. I bet when I go home for christmas, it snows in Oxford. That would just be typical. On the subject of snow, and Christmas, there is a definite festive spirit beginning to make itself known round college. Kate has a christmas tree in her room. It's rather awesome. I also have 2 secret santas - a uni one and a home one. I would tell you who they are, and you could suggest gifts, but I can't incase they read it. Suffice to say I have some ideas for one and none whatsoever for the other. Hmmm.
Anyway, I really must stop procrastinating now. I hope you enjoyed this little interlude, but now, I'm afraid, the joys of Helen and Andromache call.
A bientot, mes petits xxx
