I sure know how to use the power of the English language to entice readers to my blog (*looks sadly at blog title*). On another note, it’s slightly worrying how often I decide that blogging is a good alternative to sleep.

Not much has changed since my last post, though I do feel better now – mostly because I’ve just finished a three day-long stint of extreme (well, by my current standards anyway) productivity. Unfortunately this hasn’t translated into a decent amount of revision, but hopefully once I’ve got all the dumb things I gotta do out of the way I can set up camp in the library. Which, perversely, I can’t wait for.

I’ve not much to say, really. Perhaps because my brain’s all worn out from actually doing something for a change. Anyway, I would love it if you the readers would let me know what you want me to write about. I keep promising and promising to do stuff, so please feel free to hurl abuse at me for depriving you of my sparkling wit and sage advice. Ahem.

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I’m home for the Easter “holidays”, and have been for a week. Having just tried and failed to sleep I thought I’d blog instead, seeing as I’ve been meaning to do it for a while (as always seems to be the case).

All is not well, and it really ought to be. I guess it was kind of stupid to think that the holiday would automatically make me feel better. Oh well. My couple of days’ rest somehow morphed into a week of doing not nearly enough work. I have editing and writing deadlines and e-mails to respond to. My overwhelming urge at the moment is to hide in a box for several months.

Argh.

Good things, now. At the end of term I did as much as I could to catch up on work – and did manage to do a fair amount. I also got invited to a tea party, which was lots of incongruously civilised fun. I met with Professor Ghazwan Butrous, who founded the Young Scientists Journal, and he told me about all sorts of exciting opportunities. I filled out an application form for accommodation next year – somewhere reasonably priced, near the college AND with food included (even though I like cooking, it’ll be one less thing to worry about). I got home in one piece and was greeted by my family, plus tickets for a They Might Be Giants concert in June.

On Tuesday I spoke at the opening of the first Lab 13 in Lincolnshire, at the Peele Community College near Spalding. It was a great honour to be asked, and I wish I could be the management team’s age again so I could take part! I’m truly awful at public speaking, but everyone was very polite and it was a very enjoyable outing, even though an experiment set off the fire alarm and we had to traipse outside.

Also on Tuesday I had my school reunion. I saw lots of old friends and teachers, which was lovely, and won prizes for further maths, highest academic achievement, outstanding academic achievement and contribution to the school – earlier today I went and got poetry books with the vouchers they handed out with the prizes! (Yes, physicists can also like poetry.) I’ve also, so Mrs B tells me, got to write 500 words about the evening for Farrago and teach her how to do the pictures correctly.

I am most certainly not doing Script Frenzy this year. I value what little sanity, and what colossal workload, I’ve got left. I will try to write a few feature articles on here though. If anyone has any particular ideas about something they want me to write about, please comment! Please comment anyway! It makes me feel loved.

Edit: I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION. I’m hoping to restart the physics department newspaper that Simon Singh started and mentioned in the latest Broadsheet. Not until next year though, so no imminent threat to my, ahem, productivity.