We had our first tutorial of term today with Dr. Brouard to cover the vacation work we had done for him. Dave, Vicki and I went together. We really should have looked through the work again, since he kept asking us questions and we kept sitting there in silence, looking lost. I don't think we inspired a great deal of confidence in him.   After the tutorial, Vicki and I returned to the PTCL to finish yesterday's experiment. This went without a hitch once we'd discovered that the reason for the bomb not firing was that the pellet we were trying to burn had become rather wet.   I spent the rest of the afternoon in a state of pre-birthday angst. I get this every year the day before my birthday when I realise that I'm nearly another year older and I still don't seem to have done anything. I wandered around saying 'Twenty' in a slightly dazed voice. I am nearly not a teenager. I went down the bar to celebrate the passing out of my teenage years.
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