Guess who just handed in her paper in her pajamas?
Guess.
Guess who threw on her trainers (no socks), tumbled down the stairs and out the door without brushing her teeth, hair, or washing her face at 11:41 a.m. this morning?
Guess.
Guess who ran (more like flew) from Chesterton to West Road in a record time of 12 minutes and 37 seconds? (I can't even do that in my dreams!!)
Guess.
No really. Guess.
Scene at the Faculty
- Wheezing like a maniac as I make it to the top of the stairs (SERIOUSLY, what is with the English and 'Floor 1' being on the SECOND LEVEL?) -
Department Secretary: Oh dear. Are you alright? You still have six minutes.
Me (I can barely breathe at this point): Gasp Oh. Oh. ... R-r-eally? Wheezing
Other Woman in the Room: Looks like you've been running.
Secretary gives a sympathetic look: It's alright dear. You're not the last one.
I'm trembling at this point from lack of oxygen. I manage a nod.
Blur
So that was my morning. It's 12:54 p.m. right now and I'm back at my desk in my room. Teeth are brushed, face is washed, hair is combed (okay, well, not really but I'm getting to that), and contacts are in. I've handed in my paper II (*grin*). I had to scribble my title on the first page by hand (*gulp*) because I forgot to print it, and I don't think some of the citations are correct (*double gulp*); and most significantly, I forgot to cite the Bible (*triple and QUADRUPLE gulp*). But it's in. And I just pray that my examiners (those big guns here) will have the grace to look over my such blemishes. Now really, all that is left is the dissertation. It's amazing how fast you can run and how much you can NOT care about what you look like (or how you smell) when your MPhil is on the line. Remind me to NEVER do this - that is, save it to the morning of - again.
Kelvin was right. It's not over until it's over.
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