Another Pair Of Eyes

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So I passed the exams, much to my surprise. Genuinely, much to my surprise – I really did not believe I had, to the point I went back to campus and checked them again the next day to make sure I hadn’t made a mistake. Walking to the notice board felt like going towards a firing squad, and walking away was, strangely, worse. I felt bad, and the only reason I can come up with why is guilt.

I don’t feel I deserved to pass that exam, and I feel bad about it.

How outrageous is that? I stress about revision and then stress about the exams, stress about having failed and then when I find out I have, by the skin of my teeth, passed, I stress about passing. This whole academia malarkey is clearly getting out of hand. It’s not even like I passed on the lowered grade boundaries: I would have passed regardless of fire alarms, messed-up timings and the like, so I really have no excuse.

Strange how all that ‘works’ so to speak.

Still. Next exam in less than 4 weeks. Tick tock.

RIP

Carlsberg don’t make cats. But if they did, they couldn’t have made one better than Fatpuss was.

15 years of fluff and sunshine. You will not be forgotten.

999

I was perusing Facebook, as I seem to spend so much time doing, when I stumbled across this posted on a profile of a good friend of mine. It’s transcripts, and in some cases the recordings, of 999 calls made in a variety of  situations. I found the transcripts engaging enough, but the recordings really convey desparation and panic to the extent that they were harrowing to listen to.

I could talk about all sorts of things to do with this but I’ll only note that although all of these end well, there will be cases where the people don’t survive and that knowledge comes through on the line. I can’t imagine what that would be like.

Rollercoaster

The rollercoaster goes up (slowly, feel the tension, the unknown, the suspense and anticipation), reaches a crest (that make or break moment, the pause and the stretching out of time), and plummets like a falling star to the ground (a rush of adrenaline, excitement, happiness).

Then the ride is over (no innuendo please).

Read that through a few times in quick succession. Really try and feel those emotions. It’s a brief description of my weekend, and it was one of the oddest I’ve had in a long time.

:-)