In Nottingham with D. This is, in fact, D's laptop.
We ventured into the student bar last night. Utterly overwhelmed by how young all the freshers were. I teach kids who look older than them. Coming to the sad conclusion that I've finally grown out of university.
Was reading the various educational articles in the Times this morning in Beeston (which, amusingly, has as its principle attraction a statue of a beehive and a beekeeper). Astonished and confounded to find used 'curriculums' instead of 'curricula' and two occurrences of GSCEs instead of GCSEs - both in articles on the state of education.
O tempora, o mores.
Doubt that Ophelia had an attic, although that wouldn't be out of keeping with Hamlet and the general theme of depression. I'm assuming that won't be the tone of this blog, however. Unless things go horribly wrong...
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