The seemingly never-ending, soul-destroying exam period has finally petered out and crawled back into the festering hole whence it came. Four essays due after Christmas made for an interesting few weeks, with far more than the recommended dose of rescue remedy and an obscene amount of calming/zen/detox/chamomile tea. Finally we have tiptoed tentatively into the daylight without being weighed down by twelve library books and a laptop, returning to the Leeds we know outside of revision hours and panicked coffee/sandwich/cigarette breaks. Today is the first day of my last ever semester at university. Here's to a good one.
