The work load has ARRIVED. Luckily I get to spend my afternoons/entire days studying in the Bod. I can't actually study anywhere else because you aren't allowed to check out books, in fact in order to even borrow a book inside the library you must write down your name and seat number (my favorite seat is 415) so that they can find you at any time where you must then SURRENDER THE BOOK (it actually says this on the slip they give you- it kind of makes me feel like I'm Paris and the book's Helen). Yesterday it took me an hour to find the book I needed. I'm not sure if this speaks more to my ineptness/complete blanking out during the library inductions, or to the HUGENESS of the library system. Probs both.
While freaking out over very poorly written paper breaked for delicious pie. Excellent life decision.
I haven't just been doing work- Yesterday Claire and I ran with the boat club in our attempts to join the crew team. Our "gentle jog" was horribly misleading as we did a rather decent pace for a good three miles followed by a killer core workout (just to give you an idea, the exercises were called the "crucifix" and the "maggot"- HARD CORE) and a dash to dinner. I think I'm actually going to see this crew thing through. Apparently Pembroke is the best crew team at Oxford (no worries, I'm just a novice) so some of the rowers have represented Great Britain in world competitions. I'm not intimidated.
Tea and biscuits is my new favorite hobby.
no form of exercise should be called "maggot"
ReplyDeletehar har har. seat numbers.
ReplyDeleteditto Jess. or the crucifix, for that matter.
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