Apologies for hiatus.

It's been a while. I'm going to claim it's part of my unbalanced academic sense of self-worth - after sending off my applications in December/January, there was something of a backlash. After trying to make myself sound as intelligent and appealing as possible, rational thought attacked and went: 'yeah, right. Who are you kidding?' And then I completely failed to apply for UK MA programmes in time to get funding. Oops.

So I threw myself into January assessment. I spent five weeks obsessing over an essay I'd written - picturing the lecturers tearing it (and me) apart, criticising my ostentatious use of Solzhenitsyn (I know, I know..) and giving me a degree crippling mark. At the same time, rumours starting trickling in about US universities and I chained myself to the computer, hoping (or dreading) for a response. So February and the first half of March passed in this nervous frenzy of clicking 'refresh', avoiding writing my dissertation and crashing through increasingly bizarre elements of Sanskrit grammar and orthography.

It's got to the point where if I don't write my dissertation soon, I'm going to put myself through all kinds of hell in the final two weeks. It's the Easter holidays, and it's definitely time to get my Classics on. Which means my enthusiasm has to come back. Per forza.

On applications, I got accepted at the University of Washington in Seattle - but funding is looking extremely unlikely, and getting into debts I will simply never be able to pay doesn't appeal. It's a shame I guess, but it wasn't rejection across the board. I can live with that.

And I got the highest marks in that stupid essay that I've ever received. Assessment must be proportional to my stress-level or something. In which case, I'll rock this dissertation.

Back soon with something less rambling-and-self-involved!