Arranged in pleasing height-order (on the whole), the NYE crew.
Bet you’ve never seen a blog with this title, huh?
This lot of revision has been reminding me an awful lot of the exams this summer, in which I totally shunned writing blogs and resorted to stupid little videos of me staring at the camera in various states of disarray (and in one, totally pushed askew by the effects of codeine). I decided not to do that this time. Mainly because I’ve been rolling out of bed at 7 am, and back in at about 1 am, still in my pyjamas, ready to repeat the next day, and the thought of the world seeing me in my pyjamas is truly horrifying.
This revision technique is a totally different tactic to anything I’ve ever tried before. I’m generally really good at staying on top of everything during the term, but as you may have gathered last term, I’ve found fourth year quite hard so far. Anyway, to put it simply – I got back to London on the 27th after a week of intensive relaxing, and have ever since been cramming as hard as possible, with a few breaks for brotherly visits, some board-games, a planned trip to the cinema which turned into an evening wrapped in the world’s softest blanket because the cinema plans went awry, and, of course, New Year’s Eve (which resulted in 1/1/11 spent wrapped in my duvet, drinking copious amounts of Berocca, eating bits of chicken on each shaky trip past the fridge on my way to the sink for more water, and definitely not getting any revision done).
Twitch and I indulge in one of our favourite games.
I don’t recommend this technique to anybody. I’m not sleeping well, because I have painted versions of the heart, neurons, the respiratory system and The Cell dancing in front of my eyes, and also because I’m not getting any exercise done at all and as a result, although I’m exhausted mentally, my body just doesn’t want to play. The amount of chocolate I’m eating isn’t helping. (I must have put on several increments of mass, depending on your preferred system). I’m living like a hermit, which I hate. I have eaten practically the same meal every night for the last ten days (spaghetti with mince and cheese!) due to the bulk-quantity cut-price ingredients I managed to buy. I am craving human company, but denying myself the pleasure as I know I have basically an entire A level to learn. I’m listening to more Coldplay than is good for me. My ability to write in short sentences has fled (on the plus side, one of my friends once said that I write like I talk, which means that you have an idea of how quickly I blurt words out in between breathing).
Unfortunately, I am well aware that many people at Imperial employ the tactic, and it has good results for them. We shall see.
Luckily for me and my support network (I’d like to acknowledge Tom, John, Toby, Beth, Greg, Mum, Dad, Casey, Ashton, Ben and Lucia in this post), my exam is on either Tuesday or Wednesday. I feel a little bit ready for it. Tom is back tomorrow, and the hamster and I have tonight been celebrating the only way we know how; by building little racing tracks out of kibble, and timing how fast it takes us to collect it up again.
My life is fascinating.
I’ll see you on the other side, hurrah!