T-minus 18 days...

18 school days left. Full stop. 18 days. Oh dear *Panics, runs around screaming, falls over*. And the exams seemed so far away such a short time ago. For the moment, at least I'm occupied with lots and lots of lovely maths past papers. There's a thing that's wrong with written forms of communication - the inability to put across sarcasm with its full force. Quite apart from erasing my life, such as it is, the sheer quantity of maths that is being thrown at me at the moment is buggering up any revision I might otherwise have been doing. Oh, and my sanity.
Still, at least I'll be able to safely forget most of it; the stats will be useful, but there's not much call for knowledge of Mechanics in biologists, for some reason... And I have my doubts that physics will be much use either, in the main. Which is a pity, since I happen to be pretty good at it, but there you are; noone can do everything, and that, sadly, is a fact.
Life goes on, as it tends to, because if it didn't it wouldn't be life, would it? Just another day until, one way or another, we humans bring about our extinction. Morbid, me? It's probably the weather; it usually is. At this time of the year the idea of emigrating to somewhere with a less miserable climate really seems attractive. But at least it isn't Norway, or around that neck of the woods. I think I'd curl up in a ball and die of sunlight deprivation in the winter. No wonder so much of the heavier and more depressed sorts of metal come from around there. And thank goodness summer is on its way (he says hopefully).