Perhaps it’s just me, but everyone else at University seems satisfied to plough through three years of repetition, three years of the same nights getting drunk in the same noisy clubs with the same people, three years of unthinking toil on assigned tasks, three years of wacky behavior before the Party ends and they’re thrown out into the world. Alex described University as a “three year long stag-night,” and it’s a depressingly accurate description. I’ve felt all this very strongly on two or three occasions, so strongly at one time that I had the urge to go and tell my personal tutor everything I felt, but I’ll wait until the reports are discussed.
I finished my essay on Williams. It was twelve sides long.
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