College. 1:49pm. 40minutes till break.

Laisum is wittering, panicking about the ''crits'' we have tomorrow. To console her fear and guilt she has decided to stay after and make a start on the reading lists that we had issued to us 6weeks ago. I on the other hand have fully accepted that tomorrow will be the equivalent of being lined against a wall naked while fat children throw half eaten food and laugh. The exact purpose of the crit is one of those things I won't really understand fully until I'm too old and miserable to care. No doubt I will however be amazing and all this putting myself down is an attempt to avoid over confidence and the inevitable fall that follows. Oh well it's trying that counts, right?