Past two days have been full of rain and jam sandwiches (but not rain-and-jam sandwiches). Should be doing something, and I'm pretty sure it's not reading my brother's Horrible Histories books. But the Hamlet essay is boring (Laertes, Horatio, Fortinbras. Boring) and anything to do with tomorrow makes me nauseous. If I read sodding Antigone one more time I'll actually throw up. Searched for pictures of my interviewers on the Cambridge website just to see what they look like - kind of cuddly-looking, mainly, with beards and glasses and things, and there's a woman with a nice scarf who once played Clytemnestra in an adaptation of Sophocles' Elektra. So it's just a nice chat with Clytemnestra then.
Not such a comforting thought, really.
The whole family has decided to come with me, "because we've never been there and we want to see what it's like". I have no real problem with this, but plan to abandon them at the earliest possible moment. And Alex and Oliver have their interviews tomorrow too, at Girton and Selwyn respectively, but I don't think I'll see them (certainly not Alex, since I keep hearing Girton is 10000 miles away) and don't want to anyway. Basically I think seeing or speaking to or being with anyone I know would just make me more nervous. I don't actually want to speak to anyone right now either. Would much prefer to just shut down from now until about 6pm tomorrow.
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