Consummatum est. Sorta.

It is finished. Well, sorta. I’ve never really understood the expression “weight off my shoulders” until today. This morning, sat in History learning about Charles II’s many mistresses, I let out a yelp of excitement. Covertly checking my phone underneath the desk, I see an email with the subject line ‘Your application to Oxford’. My … Continue reading Consummatum est. Sorta.