I handed two essays in yesterday. A big deal. A massive deal. I should be filled with relief, flooded with elation etc etc. But to be honest, I just feel tired. They were a tiny part of a big old busy picture, and I’m glad to see the back of them, but the truth is, we still have a long way to go.

Where to start. Lets go back to the start of last week. Bank Holiday Monday. I think I was about half way through the first of these two essays, the second one still to really begin. The previous week I’d given a presentation with Bish on the movie Ridicule for my ‘C18th in Film’ module, and I thought that was my presentation duties done with. I was wrong. It was then announced that we would have to give a presentation as a whole group, potentially to all of the C18th head of Departments. We met briefly that Thursday, to come up with a plan so we had tasks to do over the weekend, but it transpired the only time we would all be free to physically put it together before the seminar on Tuesday was the Monday. So, goodbye Bank Holiday. I hardly knew ye.

We managed it though, and gave the presentation (which was on the hilarious movie A Cock and Bull Story). I think it was well received, which was great, considering we gave it with one member absent. I can start working properly on that other essay now right? Wrong. On the Wednesday I had to lead a two hour seminar on the role of Sensibility in the American Revolution. I’d been preparing for this for months, but I spent Tuesday night going over my plan for the session. As it happened nobody except the tutor and myself turned up for the first 35minutes, but then they did and it went ahead. And it went pretty smooth. Again, I think it was well received. So, now I can start my essay? Well, yes I could, but not properly. The next day was the 2010 English Literature Ball at the Millennium Galleries…