Seriously, how good is this picture? I think I might actually have it turned into a postcard and sent out to loved ones and friends. Well, my exams are finally over. They were over this time yesterday, but this day yesterday I had already embarked on a 13 hour powernap, so I wasn't in much of a position to blog. I kind of wish that I had gone crazy and gone drinking, but I have quite a few big nights coming up, and to be honest, bed was far more appealing. Does that make me uncool? Maybe. But did it feel good to be in bed and go to sleep, knowing an alarm was not going to go off the next morning. Oh yes. Very sweet indeed. I suppose I haven't really spoken too much about exams yet, so I will briefly say that, on the whole, as a collective, I didn't do as well as I would have liked. Or to be more precise, I fancied that, based on the work I put in, they could have gone slightly better. But they certainly weren't train wrecks (with the exception of the last one, which, more worryingly was on the very subject of my Masters next year) and as much as I had some disappointing suprises, I did have some lucky breaks too. I'm still expecting to do well, but I do think my average may well have taken a nice little hit from Romantics and Renaissance. Just to let you know (and I do wonder wh this hypothetical second-person pronoun I continually address could be, because I certainly feel like no one reads this, and Google analytics more or less confirms that sad truth) I wrote on revenge tragedies (Duchess of Malfi, The White Devil, The Spanish Tragedy), class in The New Arcadia, and promethean spaces in Donne's Works.

STILL - you live and you learn, and I'm certainly proud no matter what happens of the work I put in. I think that's important, because I really do feel like I don't have any regrets - I wouldn't have changed my revision at all, and that's actually very comforting. Now it's just the loooong wait until June 11th when I will find out my degree class. Fingers crossed for a fortnight then. Today on my first day of freedom I went and returned some books, went and bought some new ones (Archipelagic English, Henry V, Spenser's Poetical Works, and a collection of plays from Euripides) and read, well, will have read before the night is done, Medea. It was very very pleasant, and I got to spend a whole heap of time with Anna which was great too as revision has made us seeing each other something of a freak occurence rather than a soothing irregularity. Hopefully more of that to come once her exams finish on Friday (good luck if you read this!)

I include in this post a painting, Medea, by Frederick Sandys, just because I'm reading the source, and because I find myself half in love with and half hating the work of the Pre-Raphelites, so perhaps this will be some kind of catalyst for a reconsideration.

I also changed my bed sheets for the first time in what must be 4 or 5 months, so I'm simultaneously proud of that achievement, and disgusted with my former conduct. I sometimes find it shocking that anyway would want to be my housemate, let alone my girlfriend. I must have really good chat to make up for it or something.

Right, enough rubbish. Back to reading.

Labels: english, exams, reading, revision, UCL

"The circle of human knowledge, illuminated by the pale, cold light of reason, is so infinitesimally small, the dark regions of human ignorance which lie beyond that luminous ring so immeasurably vast, that imagination is feign to step up to the borderline and send the warm, richly colored beams of her fairy lantern streaming out into the darkness ; and so, peering into the gloom, she is apt to mistake the shadowy reflections of her own figure for real beings moving in the abyss.

Sir James George FrazerThe Golden Bough

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I'm a 23 year-old student in London Cambridge London, studying English Literature Law. It's hard to really think of anything truly personal I can put here that might give you some idea of who I am, so I will just tell you that my favourite Shakespeare play is Richard II, my favourite chocolate bar is Snickers, and I have a bit of a thing for instant coffee, especially if someone else makes it for me.

I'm interested in Renaissance Literature, Higher Education policy, and libraries.
I'm completely in love with a Scottish girl.