Let’s face it darling, if you’re asking me anonymously on Tumblr, it’s not ever going to matter to you.
So, apologies for not having written this sooner, but I haven’t really spent much of my new-found freedom on Tumblr. Philosophy was alright. I completely buggered up the short question on Nietzsche’s three stages of morality; but I’m reasonably confident that I managed to say something good about his religious views. In any case, I don’t suppose it matters too much — I’ve now forgotten everything about him and his philosophy.
Now to remember what I did before feeling guilty about examinations. I feel like Tumblr’s lost a lot of its attraction now that I can use it without feeling too guilty about the exam I should be revising for. Though I suppose that means I might actually write about all the stuff that’s happening. You know, like I used to when you all decided to follow this blog.
I’m definitely quite weirded out by the fact that college is over — it’s quite daunting now thinking about the next stage of my life. Admittedly, the trepidation isn’t helped by the fact that people always ask me how I feel about Oxford. Which leads nicely to the fact that despite the fact that logically I ought to be pretty assured that I met the offer of AA, I’m still not over that kind of nagging doubt.
Well, here’s to a summer of drinking and doubting.
Finished with English Literature today. The pile of notes that I keep meaning to recycle grows and grows — I’m actually quite staggered by how much I’ve written over the course of the year. English went alright, I think, but sadly I don’t think I got to use any of my favourite quotes from the Duchess of Malfi. I mean really, what’s an exam script without reference to an ‘abortive hedgehog’, the boiling of illegitimate children and being ‘shot to death with pearls’?
Tomorrow’s my final exam, on Nietzsche’s Beyond Good and Evil. I’ve finally mastered the art of spelling his name without checking the spine of the book, so I suppose you could call that prepared. It’s slightly hard to believe that college is coming to an end, I’m in that weird place of realising how much has happened, and feeling like it’s completely flown by. But yeah, all being well, tomorrow’s the last exam that I’ll get to wear casual clothes to — it’s all sub fusc from here on out. Or so I [sort of] hope.
On that Oxford-y note, I had a suitably depressing conversation with a predictably downbeat careers adviser.
“Hi Euan, how’re the exams going?”
“They’re all roughly on track I think. At any rate, last one tomorrow morning.”
“Oh good. Well, if on results day, they don’t go to plan, then come down here, and I’ll call Oxford for you. Sometimes they just want to hear from someo— you know?”
“Oh, OK, thanks. Well, I’m hoping it won’t come to that…”
Anyway, hello to my fair few new followers; I promise I’m normally a bit more interesting than this. So hold tight for some kind of possible return to form.