It’s currently 1:12am. My mind is racing and although I got into bed two hours ago, my brain isn’t showing signs of switching off any time soon. So, I’ve risen restlessly from my bed to sit in front of a keyboard, my fingers exerting themselves on the keys, in the desperate hope that I will … Continue reading One Last Hurdle
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.