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The Journal of a slightly depraved Mef
In which there is a distinct lack of actual jokes about chavs... 
3rd-Oct-2008 04:00 pm
tea!
*zips suitcase shut with much huffing*
*sits on suitcase*
*bounces*
*falls off suitcase when the zip gives way and it explodes open*

I feel that British schools are failing to teach us an important life lesson: do not bounce on your suitcase, no matter how temptingly squidgy it is. It Will Not End Well. The sad thing is, the same thing happened to me in Oxford the last time I was up there for the interviews. I was trundling along with my much-bounced-on suitcase, and the zip gave way in the middle of the pavement. It shouldn't be possible for a person to get through a suitcase a year, should it?

I just thought I'd share, before picking up all my socks and starting again. Maybe if I use some of willow41z's duct tape...

My life has been sadly lacking in humour for a few weeks, (Unless you count the way I look in my sub fusc), and laughter has just been something I've thought about nostalgically from time to time.

Most of my recent conversations have followed this basic template:

RO: *stares at the TV in a zombie like trance*
LITTLE BROTHER: *waves hand in front of Ro's face*
RO: Leave me alone.
LITTLE BROTHER: But we're all very worried. You're watching The X Factor!
RO: And?
LITTLE BROTHER: *solemnly* And you're not making any jokes about chavs. What's wrong? Aren't you meant to be rea-
RO: No!
LITTLE BROTHER: What?
RO: We do not use The R Word. Ever.
LITTLE BROTHER: *smiling* Okay, no but seriously, what's wro-
RO: Ever!
LITTLE BROTHER: Oookay then. *backs away*

I might be worrying ever such a little bit about the essay that I'm going to have to write over freshers' week, because I seem to forget everything I've read the day after I've read it. Having managed about three and a half books though, (complete with detailed notes!), I decided to give up and a few days ago I discovered mindless-but-pleasantly-numbing-programming. Also known as Daytime TV. It was fabulous and shiny and full of annoying theme tunes and I decided that I was in love.

Happily for my sanity, my family staged an intervention and dragged me out to dinner and reminded me about the real world and how it's even better than daytime TV for fabulous and shiny and annoying theme tunes too. I'm now actually looking forward to freshers' week and meeting up with some old friends from school and some new facebook friends from my college, (though I'm still not looking forward to wearing sub fusc).

As for the upcoming essay...

LITTLE BROTHER: You're still not reading.
RO: I've decided that no one's going to do well on the first essay of term. I'm just going to have to accept failure philosophically and boost my ego by making chav jokes.
LITTLE BROTHER: I can see that you're feeling better.
RO: *happily* I think I'm growing as a person.
Comments 
4th-Oct-2008 07:28 am (UTC)
Several things:

- Tutorials are great (from my experience, anyway). They're not interviews, and you're not being graded on them. The tutor isn't there to trip you up. It's just a friendly chat/debate about issues that you yourself raised in your essay. Sometimes you might be challenged to justify a conclusion you reached, and, yes, sometimes your tutor might think you're wrong, but it's done in the spirit of friendly debate, not interrogation. Well, yes, I suppose it must depend on the tutor, but this held true for the c. 8 different tutors I had. Oh, and you often have a tutorial partner to share the load (though I preferred it when it was one-to-one.)

- You'll find plenty of like-minded people. Oxford was the only time in my life when I felt surrounded by people who shared my fannish, geeky interests. You might not find them in your own College, but if you go to Freshers' Fair, you'll find lots of fannish clubs and societies. I never socialised in College at all, but I went out every weekday night to one or other society, and had a great time.

- No-one ever wears the hat part of sub-fusc - or, at least, they didn't in my day. The hat is something you carry to exams, put on the floor underneath the desk, and carry back afterwards. Even my formal group matriculation photo, when everyone is looking shinier and more formal than they will ever look again, has no hats or mortarboards visible (except on laps.)
4th-Oct-2008 05:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you! That's really reassuring to hear, on all counts, (and especially about the sub fusc :D). I guess I'm just nervous about coming back to essay writing after a year, and I'm getting the impression that most other people have done a lot more reading that me already. I'm probably just blowing it out of proportion - I'm sure everything will work out once I'm there.
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