Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

My final exam is tomorrow. I spent some time this afternoon studying--and last night, of course--and some time ago; my 25-page summary didn't type itself, you know. And this afternoon I and a couple friends went flipping through the past-year papers and I think we can all agree that as long as we can sufficiently memorise most of the contents of the lists--and there are many lists, believe me!--we ought to not come off too shabbily. ...but I can't quite make myself study. I don't know why. Well, actually, I do know--kind of--but that, at best, is only a partial explanation; it happens every semester and yet this is the first semester I can remember where I've been so attentive to the gradual emptying of the hostel as people finish their exams and pack their bags and disappear. The neighbours, for example: one of them left on Monday morning and the other leaves tonight (or early morning tomorrow--I'm not terribly certain); and several of my better friends here leave ...

...it's a ridiculous 25 days since I last posted. How extremely remiss of me; and unfortunately I can't remember everything --I could check my Google Calendar, of course, but I'm far too lazy to do that--that's happened over that time period. (In passing, I wonder how long Google will store those Calendar entries. Would it be possible to, at some unknown future time, riffle through one's own archives and go "oh, wow, ten years ago on this day I had my very first exam in NTU ever!"?) Twenty-five days; sometime in this period, a lot of people from the House of Bread have gone off back to behind the Great Firewall. Most of them I didn't mind because it was explicitly a temporary absence--most of them are students--all bar one, actually--so they're sure to be back by the time the school term starts up again. On the other hand, the one who went back on Tuesday has just graduated, and has got a job that'll apparently eventually send him off to Wollon...