she blinded me with science

Dec 16
I just got off the phone from my UCL interview (after nearly choking on my own tongue and trembling so hard I couldn’t see properly), and I’m proud and extremely surprised to say that I can now affirm that my lifelong streak of successful interviews, from restaurants to juice bars and internet shops, goes unbroken. After going out to get spectacularly drunk this weekend, I’m not going to take my nose out of my French (and English) books until June to get the best possible marks on my exams. I’m now listening to awful rap music and celebrating. Recommendations are encouraged.

I just got off the phone from my UCL interview (after nearly choking on my own tongue and trembling so hard I couldn’t see properly), and I’m proud and extremely surprised to say that I can now affirm that my lifelong streak of successful interviews, from restaurants to juice bars and internet shops, goes unbroken. After going out to get spectacularly drunk this weekend, I’m not going to take my nose out of my French (and English) books until June to get the best possible marks on my exams. I’m now listening to awful rap music and celebrating. Recommendations are encouraged.

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PURSUIT

Each thing I do I rush through so I can do something else. In such a way do the days pass - a blend of stock car racing and the never ending building of a gothic cathedral. Through the windows of my speeding car, I see all that I love falling away: books unread, jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why? What treasure do I expect in my future? Rather it is the confusion of childhood loping behind me, the chaos in the mind, the failure chipping away at each success. Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape and so move forward, as someone in the woods at night might hear the sound of approaching feet and stop to listen, then, instead of silence he hears some creature trying to be silent. What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks; the other ever closer, yet not really hurrying or out of breath, teasing its kill.

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