Hello World!
Why is it that i always return to this beloved place when ever exams draw near.
So this is the story, this time round.
It's almost been a whole year at lovely Oxford. The Oxford year is split into three terms, Michelmas, Hilary and Trinity.
Its Trinity now, and that means Prelims..
Another term that the rest of the world does not use; Prelims = Preliminary Examinations.
So here I sit, typing away furiously, once again procrastinating when other more effective means of using my life are simply brushed away. Notebooks, textbooks, problems sheets, stationary scattered across my already cluttered desk; the yellow light from the sole desk lamp perched on what looks to be 'Political Theory', 'Introductory Macroeconomics' and more, giving the workspace a more intelligent aura. An empty bottle of Ribena, two tubes of vitamin c tablets, keys, and an assortment of other things array the area.
Why do i insist on this when formal logic revision is so needed? I do not know.
Till the next procrastination post. E
