I think I may have inadvertently fooled some people into thinking I was finished with the examinations last Friday - afraid that wasn't quite the case. My crazy set of exams was finished then, but the final final final one was this morning. I have now officially ended my university career, and am all set to enter the world of reality. Wow!
Come on. You could hardly expect me to finish without showing you the Red Carnation in action. Here it is, sitting contentedly on my lapel, all ready to perform its task. I've been through the mill a bit, but the bulk of the achievement falls on the shoulders (or floral equivalent) of these carnations.
The exam today was Middle English Commentary - but, as promised, I shan't bore you with the pages of Middle English text. Suffice it to say, I recognised where both citations came from, in Pearl and Troilus and Criseyde (not to be confused with Shakespeare's Troilus and Cressida, on which I wrote in my first exam) - this was nothing short of a miracle. And then I was the very first person out of the exam hall - very strange, there were three of us from Magdalen out of the building first, and the assembled crowd of 100+ all burst into cheers as we left. Obviously it was at the finalists in general, but it still felt rather exciting.
One of Oxford's stranger traditions, and one which dates to quite recent times, I think, is 'trashing'. When one comes out of exams, one is punished for all the moaning one has committed, generally through the liberal application of glitter/flour etc. My friends decided that buckets of lukewarm tea were appropriate... Oh yes, this blogger is not privileged to know sophisticates such as himself. But luckily it was a beautiful day for sitting on Magdalen's lawns, and thinking about the nothing I have to do for a long time.
In the spirit of celebration, alongside a lovely letter from Barbara-from-Ludlow, a jumper arrived in the post today, which I ordered quite a while ago. The design is shown to your left... it amused me.