So I finished the prose comp in the end. We had the supervision this morning and most of what I’d done turned out really well; I always take tons of notes in those supervisions and then forget it all again afterwards, but nevermind. I’ll have to organise them properly over Easter – or put them into a word doc, then I could search for features I needed.
Clearly it’s got close enough to Easter holidays now that I’m getting all ambitious about how super organised and up-to-date my work will become during them. Just magically. It’s kindof sad that this is the treat I have in store for myself, but neh. So much translating to do, oh my goodness. I’ll do it.
I’ve had two really nice evenings since last writing; Monday we went out for a meal at Pizza Express as an early birthday dinner for Matt; his is this Saturday but lots of us are leaving that day, including me, so yeah. Anyway, we had an early celebration instead, and it was super fun – I think there were ten of us in the end, and the pizzas were delicious and there was good conversation and I think may be stage-managing a play with Ev next term, aheee. I really shouldn’t drink wine while making important exam-term-related decisions.
And yeah, last night we had our annual college Classics dinner. Very different to Monday as I don’t know any classicists at college that well, and for half of the meal I was sat next to my dos making slightly stilted conversation, ahah, but then the supervisors all switched places and I had DB instead, so that was more lively. Our conversation was most intriguing; he gave me a scientific history of Jimmy Eat World’s early years, along with claiming that Clarity and Bleed American were two of the top 25 albums ever; he told me that my hair was the perfect tone of red, and he asked me if I was going out with George.
And it’s funny, but other things seem to have come full circle too. Helen texted me before the dinner asking to meet up so we could walk in together, and we were sat opposite at table and had some ‘good chat’. Matt was right, though I’ll never tell him how much it all hurt me – we really are just different people. And it feels nice to be leaving on good terms.
Anyway. Forty-five minutes for some Tacitus and then I’m off to Matt’s to watch crappy crappy Torchwood. Final supervisions tomorrow.