I wake up every evening with a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place*
Essay crisis over! Today was crunch time for essay seven out of eight, and so it felt appropriate to wheel out my occasional response to a genuine essay crisis: the handwritten essay. Y’see, unlike my overly-planned typed essays, scrawling something out by hand is a shorter, freer and quicker affair which can be relied upon to get the job done in an emergency. I have genuine sympathy for my supervisor who must try and decipher my jumbled inky characters, but it’s all good practice for the fifteen hours of exams which await in a couple of months anyway.
Despite said crisis I remain in a rather bright and happy mood, in no small part imparted by Abbi’s visit over Sunday and Monday. She has characteristically blogged about it already with great aplomb, but I want to add how absolutely wonderful it was to see her again and spend some time with my surrogate big sister. (This isn’t just because of her gifts, although the homemade brownies and second cheesy mix CD were lovely!) It’s nice that, despite being very different people in many ways, we seem to get on so well via a shared geekiness. This includes the ability to lie awake at night (and in the morning) talking about everything from mental worlds to e-mail newsletters, tweeting in unison, play Peggle Nights into the early hours and both slyly hinting that perhaps a second waffle would be an excellent idea. So here’s to Abbi!
My happiness has been sustained today even throughout our revision discussion, whereby my year of Caius historians were summoned and reminded about those upcoming exams of doom. (Though they insisted numerous times that they were intellectually extremely exciting and a ‘challenge’.) I think the really smart move made by our Director of Studies was to combine this meeting with a genuinely delicious lunch – softening the blow quite considerably and putting on hold my plans to run away and join a circus. Revision is looming, however, and to illustrate the difficulty of the task I want to conclude on a final tale of procrastination from last night. I was faced, you see, with a choice between two energy-consuming tasks: plan my essay or write a blog. Now, when this kind of problem emerges I have developed a fail-proof solution which involves ignoring both things completely and improvising something ridiculous. So it was that I spent a considerable amount of time last night exchanging e-mails with Lucy about this video, produced by some current QPCS students about the dangers of drugs and knives, and more precisely whether the dialogue correctly represented a sustainable business model.
No, I’m not talking one flippant comment here. I’m talking about a fully researched debate, utilising reports on the average street prices of various drugs and careful examination of the visual record, to determine which drugs were fictionally being sold and at what profit. Careful conversion between grams and ounces, discussions about geographical disparities in drug prices and the production of audio transcripts all indicate that I spent way too much time on this. But my conclusion is clear: the above video promotes a flawed notion of profit and a dangerously short-term strategy for dealing with suppliers which fatally undermines business and enterprise education. (Sums available upon request.)
(*I just wish to clarify that the complete lyrics to this song should not be read as representing my mood. Nor do I wake up in the evening. It’s just stuck in my head )