Oh God Oh God Oh God.
It’s exam time again.
I’ve been doing a part time English degree at nearby Warwick University for the last decade (I kid you not) and am facing yet another exam this weekend. Yes. All plans to disappear somewhere green and hilly over the Bank Holiday weekend break have gone boobs up as they’ve placed my exam smack back in the middle of Saturday afternoon. Gits.
3 hours of 18th Century Literature.
Oh goody. Swift, Pope and Johnson. And oodles of Samuel Richardson’s interminable "Pamela".
And do you think I can get my head around the revision?
No matter how hard I try I just cannot summon up any enthusiasm for any of the works on this year’s module. I’ve found the year to be very heavy going, back breakingly dry and chokingly dusty.
Still. I shouldn’t complain really. Doing the course part time, I only have 1 module to revise for as opposed to 4 like the poor full timers. And in another 2 years I’ll be completely done and (hopefully) degree'd up like a good ‘un.
Next year I’ve got "Poetry: 1945 to the Present". Much more up my street.
Until then, in lieu of a weekend away, it’s back to Gulliver’s Travels...