I had thought that yesterday's Collection was bad. It just goes to show how wrong you can be, really. You can't do last minute revision for Organic chemistry. When stressed, I seem to compulsively crunch Polos without realising that I am doing so (this can result in a packet disappearing rather quickly). This seemed to irritate those around me, which probably didn't add to the aura of peaceful calm in the room. Everyone found the paper tricky which was some comfort at least, although the post-exam 'Well I messed that up more than you did'-'No, I messed it up much more, I've failed, really I have' discussion didn't make me feel any better.   On my way home I stopped at an art shop to buy some bits of coloured paper. I was given a little picture frame for Christmas which has been sitting empty on my desk for the past weeks. For the past two days it has held a Sherbet Dip-Dab wrapper, since it is traditional to have the love of your life in a frame on your desk. This has now given way to a happy little cut-out scene of a sunny hillside with a tree on it. There is a cloud in the sky, but it is a nice clean white cloud. This image will keep me happy and optimistic through the winter months. This is the theory, at least.
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