The End of the World

"Please stop writing"

Who would have thought that so few words could change so much?

After seven years of summer exams (with some additional winter ones around A Level), the examination treadmill had now stopped.

Celebrations were deffered somewhat by a quite extraordinary delay while the obligatory year photo was taken, before everyone dispersed into the wide variety of pubs with which the part of Cambridge around the Arts School is so well endowed.

After a pint and a move to another pub to meet some other friends (who I no longer felt jealous of for already being finished) I joined all the other compscis in Wetherspoons for a curry.

Shortly afterwards the coffee wore off and I went home to bed, for as much sleep as a temperature in the mid 20s will allow.

Who cares about a little wasted time now? I'm Free!