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rionaleonhart) wrote2010-06-25 10:20 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2010-06-25 10:20 pm
I Was Not Expecting This.
I GOT A FIRST.
But, my goodness, I wish they'd give me a certificate or something right now so I can stop feeling they're about to whisk it out from under my feet, because I was right on the borderline. I was actually 0.017% below the percentage required for a First. THIS IS TERRIFYING.
Still, I now have a first-class joint honours degree in English Language and Literature! Hurrah!
And then my parents got me drunk, because apparently this is the law of academic celebration, even if the person whose academic success you are celebrating doesn't drink. In any case, I thought it would be interesting to attempt to type an entry whilst drunk. I'm not as drunk as I was, but still not sober. I am disappointed in my drunken typing, though, because, whilst I am making more typos than usual, I think I'm generally catching them and going back to correct them. I AM A DRUNKEN DISAPPOINTMENT. A DISAPPOINTMENT AT BEING DRUNK. I was so hoping for some entertaining typographical failures to mock later. But no; I'm still capable of using words like 'typographical'. Rubbish.
(Actually, I was also forced to drink the day after my final university deadline. At the somethingth cocktail, I began to protest.
Person Present: Don't worry. Worst-case scenario, we'll carry you out.
Riona: Well, it's good to know I'll have support. In my physical being, if not in my principles. (drinks somethingth cocktail))
...as it turns out, all I do when posting whilst drunk is drunkenly boast about how articulate I manage to remain whilst drunk. How incredibly uninteresting. I don't think I'm going to make a habit of this.
BUT ANYWAY. Yes! I have a degree! A good degree! Thank you so much for your support when I was panicking over work and such. I couldn't have done this without you.
...my father is now loudly saying to company a couple of rooms away 'AS IT HAPPENS, I KNOW WHEN HARRIET* WAS CONCEIVED.' (The Great Storm of 1987, apparently. GOOD TO KNOW.)
* I should point out that this is me, as people have in the past been surprised to discover that Riona was not my real name.
But, my goodness, I wish they'd give me a certificate or something right now so I can stop feeling they're about to whisk it out from under my feet, because I was right on the borderline. I was actually 0.017% below the percentage required for a First. THIS IS TERRIFYING.
Still, I now have a first-class joint honours degree in English Language and Literature! Hurrah!
And then my parents got me drunk, because apparently this is the law of academic celebration, even if the person whose academic success you are celebrating doesn't drink. In any case, I thought it would be interesting to attempt to type an entry whilst drunk. I'm not as drunk as I was, but still not sober. I am disappointed in my drunken typing, though, because, whilst I am making more typos than usual, I think I'm generally catching them and going back to correct them. I AM A DRUNKEN DISAPPOINTMENT. A DISAPPOINTMENT AT BEING DRUNK. I was so hoping for some entertaining typographical failures to mock later. But no; I'm still capable of using words like 'typographical'. Rubbish.
(Actually, I was also forced to drink the day after my final university deadline. At the somethingth cocktail, I began to protest.
Person Present: Don't worry. Worst-case scenario, we'll carry you out.
Riona: Well, it's good to know I'll have support. In my physical being, if not in my principles. (drinks somethingth cocktail))
...as it turns out, all I do when posting whilst drunk is drunkenly boast about how articulate I manage to remain whilst drunk. How incredibly uninteresting. I don't think I'm going to make a habit of this.
BUT ANYWAY. Yes! I have a degree! A good degree! Thank you so much for your support when I was panicking over work and such. I couldn't have done this without you.
...my father is now loudly saying to company a couple of rooms away 'AS IT HAPPENS, I KNOW WHEN HARRIET* WAS CONCEIVED.' (The Great Storm of 1987, apparently. GOOD TO KNOW.)
* I should point out that this is me, as people have in the past been surprised to discover that Riona was not my real name.
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