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[chess]

./~ I was looking for an offer
And then I found an offer
And heaven knows I'm miserable now ~\. - The Smiths, paraphrased.

The good news: Churchill gave me an offer. (But hold on, because anyone offering me congratulations at this point is likely to find themselves on the wrong end of a very sharp pointy stick.)

If you're comfortable with such things, imagine a liberal sprinkling of vicious swear words through the next section.

The bad news: They want *1,2* in STEP II and III. (In case you're unfamiliar with the vaugrities of the Cambridge system, that means 'stupidly high grades on utterly evil and horrible and generally bad-news maths papers'.)

Excuse me while I storm around and use various forms of a certain word beginning with 'f' an awful lot.

It didn't help that my parents decided it would be a lovely idea to wake me up and wave said envelope of doom in my face, forcing me to open it and in fact actually say 'Bloody hell, they want one,two?' in the presence of said parents, then burst into tears, due to being rather insufficiantly psychologically prepared in my half-awake state. They were lucky my exclamation didn't contain any stronger language.

I am not, currently, a particularly happy Chessypig.

Comments

[sath.livejournal.com]

*hugs and lots and lots of good luck wishes and prayers*

[jaq.livejournal.com]

Ooh good luck. It's definitely possible you know ;-)

[passage.livejournal.com]

My condolences (and congratulations)[1]. Have you decided what you're going to do about it (burn it? ;-)), or are you (sensibly) ignoring it till the Jan exams are over and seeing how you feel about it then?

Neil

[chess]

Someone ate your footnote.

We had some people round tonight, and when my dad announced it grandly they said that we ought to toast it, and I said they could toast it on a toasting fork if they liked. Currently, I'm ignoring it until I fail P4 and hence don't need to worry about it.

[passage.livejournal.com]

Ack. I guess I was fortunate my parents were so understanding, and gave no grand annoucements but allowed me to chose whether I wanted to go there or not without pressure. (Mind you I think they liked Warwick too. I sometimes wonder if they would have continued not to pressure me if they thought I was making a mess out of my life (assuming of course that they don't)).

Ah, I did type a footnote, then I decided it was entirely irrelavent and hence deleted it. Unfortunatly I didn't delete the referance to it.

Neil

[naath.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

stress relief

[dropkickatari.livejournal.com]

~plasticy rustling noise~

*opens package... offers lime tic tac*

don't worry. after about three packages of these you should be right as rain. mmm-hmm. yep.

Re: stress relief

[chess]

Or too high on sugar to care :)

[ahsu.livejournal.com]

I am reasonably certain that waking you to deal with high-stress things like possible offers and rejections is illegal; I know for a fact that it is illegal to expect you to display unnatural states of glee over said offers when you are 1) not awake and 2) now subject to evil tests and papers in order to actually *have* the offer in any useable form. You may so inform your parents.

And don't worry about differences between US and UK law on this one -- I am reliably informed that this is a natural law, subject to enforcement by God Himself. They've been warned, so No Second Chances.

If I had any middle finger icons, I would loan them to you for the duration; being under the gun for high scores on horrible tests takes all the fun out of feeling smug because Cambridge made you an offer.

Oh, smplmn sends his condolences, not his congratulations; he says if Cambridge hadn't made you an offer you could have slept longer and wouldn't have to take any "stupid tests."