Coming 'Round the Bend

This has to be brief as I’m off for a study session for exam #2.

So I sat my first Oxford exam today. I experienced the pomp and circumstance of going to the exam schools in your sub fusc (Black pants/skirt, white button down shirt, and academic gown), cramming into the reception hall with the hundreds of other nervous students, and sitting in the hallway nursing my scotch before my exam.

Yea, you heard me right. I walked into my exam a little tipsy.

Now, its not because I am an alcoholic or I wanted to be a bad ass and brag how I aced my Oxford exams drunk, no its for a much more neurotic reason—I am a terrible test taker and was crying the night before and have a habit of blanking out when I am put under pressure. A little nip (maybe a shot and half of whisky this morning, if that much), calmed my nerves and allowed me to remember all that I did.

So the result? Well, the questions I answered while under the influence, I think I did ok on those two. The one where I sobered up because it was so hot in the room I almost passed out from my waking hangover, let’s say I didn’t do too well on that exam—especially with the room spinning and I blanking on the topic because of my severely low blood sugar, and rambling about marriage delays and how my generation is really selfish.

We’ll see how I do, or else I may be an Oxford ’08 graduate.

You know it wouldn’t be the failing part that would get me, it would be returning to this fucking hell hole having to do this shit all over again.

But I showed them today: my sub fusc was a pair of sweatpants and my worn loafers that look like slippers—take that aristocratic British system from this angry American. Oh yea, and we won the war too.