I’m in the library, where i’ve spent at least 10 hours a day for the last 6 days – a place i now consider a part of me and my whole learning experience. From the crispness of the baked potato in the cafe; past the water fountain thoughtfully placed on the middle floor; all the way to the heights of the fifth, where only the cold sound of a Red Bull being opened breaks the silence, i have travelled.
Tomorrow is my last exam. Two hours to try and show I have at least learnt some physics this year – I can hardly blame excessive blogging for my failure.
My lifeline home, the ever-reliable Piccadilly line is in the throes of industrial action, leaving me in a cruel limbo between more revision, and a night bus. The library that has been my day, is about to become my night.