The Final Countdown

Leaving the library for the last time this term (I had an afternoon exam today, and my one tomorrow is in the morning). Awesomesauce.

Awwww

I mean, seriously. How cute is that? Apart from the first one (which went badly), exams so far have been okay, but not great.

Outside My Room

It basically rained for 48 hours, with the result being a large pool forming outside my room. Kat had been singing the praises of being able to watch the ducklings from her room all term, and I can see what the attraction is – it was great being able to do just that.

Lovely Weather For Ducks

Exams started today and it’s a Bank Holiday, so that means only one thing: rain. At least the new batch of ducklings were able to enjoy it, though! The rain was so bad that one of the ceiling panels at the Cavendish just collapsed under the weight of the water that had leaked in. To top it off, the exam did not go well.

Home Straight

Exams start tomorrow; this is my waste paper bin from just the lastcouple of days.

Water Pattern

I have no idea what was causing this pattern in the water coming out of our mixer tap, but it was lovely to watch. The photo doesn’t really do it justice; the best that I can describe how it moved is shimmering.

Long Exposure

Again, I have Jon to thank for this, who seems to love playing with the long exposure function on my camera. It’s Chris and myself revising in the Reading Room with me on the sofa and Chris in a chair, but Jon’s twisting during the exposure has left us ethereally superimposed.

Silhouette

The idea here was solid I feel, but it just didn’t come off. The intention was the lights from various appliances on my desk would illuminate everything on my desk, leaving the silhouette of my mug in the foreground. It sort of worked, but nowhere near as well as I was hoping.

New Ducklings!

News drifted through today that we had a new set of six ducklings. I wasted probably more time than I should have done watching them in the pool at the front of college, but it was terribly relaxing, and didn’t even remotely resemble work.

Holes and Forgetfulness

My Asterix T-shirt, which is twelve years old, is beginning to show it’s age. Edit from the future: This is weird. I could have sworn I didn’t find the holes until a couple of weeks after this photo, but here we are. I must have just been exhausted.