This week's tutorial crisis started early. This week we are 'doing' reactive intermediates. I already loathe arynes, carbenes, nitrene and carbonium ions. Once again I am without textbooks, except for the all-important Oxford Chemistry Primer, which I shall attempt to paraphrase. The tutorial work had 'don't just regurgitate the primer' written on it. I intend to avoid this by missing out all non-essential words: 'the', 'is', 'carbene', 'nitrene', 'carbonium' and the like. This may not be the best way to go about it, but it's the one that will allow me to finish the work.   In addition to the blind panic, Sixth Week hysteria has arrived in full force. Sixth Week hysteria is where the dam breaks, and all the stress of five weeks here causes us to break down into helpless laughter. The trigger for my personal descent into fits of giggles was the discovery of a small metal loop at the foot of Chris' bed. This led to my cunning idea for a wake-up device, namely fitting bungee cord between the loop and the wardrobe and also having alarm clock triggered breaks on the wheels on the bed, such that when the alarm clock goes off, the breaks release and the occupant is accelerated towards the wardrobe. Not exceptionally funny (or indeed practical), but it had me laughing. It's worrying what life here can do to your mind.
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