Procrastination City
I am not at my opera rehearsal, because it occurs to me that I have an exam next week.
HELP!
Oh holy cow.
Hence, I am making lovely onion soup for dinner. It’s ages since I made it, and you see I have all this home-made stock that needs using, and I want to make an effort because my other half is so busy and has been away and…
OK, I’m not fooling you. Right now I would do anything rather than think about these exams.
I just read on my uni internal email that coursework marks are finally available. From these marks I’ll know just what percentage I’ll need in my exams. For instance, in a really scary module I have, I fluked a good coursework mark, which means I only need 15% in my exam to pass the unit. Obviously I want to do far more than just pass, but this is comforting. I have to get down there tomorrow and find out how I did. I am very, very scared - just found out that Tuesday’s exam is not open book, as I had been led to believe by none other than my tutor. If I fail this year I don’t think I’ll have the heart to do it again, I can’t stay in that glorified sixth form college, and I can’t stay a student in Manchester for two more years.
Somehow blogging this has made me face reality. Despina non procrastina più.
But on the plus side, my soup is smelling amazing. The last lot provoked several soup-gasms, but that was with beef stock so we’ll have to see what happens today as I am using chicken stock. I hope there are soup-gasms though, they’re good for you.
I’ll let you know.
Despina x
