Day 101 - Sold at great expense

I just sent off my yearbook entry. That's the third time I've had to write a yearbook entry, and it never gets any easier. After weeks of soul searching and agonising composition, I lose all patience with the enterprise, sit down at my keyboard, and write a barrage of nonsensical words. This is at the expense of my reputation and my dignity, but at least it preserves my sanity.

Also, today is the last day of Hilary term. 60% of my possessions are packed in a neat pile in the middle of my room, and tomorrow I'm being driven back to Peterborough. After the Botanical Gardens, of course.