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[sebastienne]

It seems obligatory that I write some kind of summing-up, as an end-of-term post. But I am not going home; I stay in Oxford to work (for my degree), to work (for money), and to destress (by reading Narnia & LoTR). This end, for me, is not a tragic end of an 8-week era (though I imagine I'm feeling this less than the freshers anyway by merit of this being a quarter of my university experience rather than all of it). Running two plays this week I have entirely knackered my immune system, and my room is a tip and I'm way behind on house chores because I've barely been in for a week. Despite illness, and the sheer amount of stuff that still remains for me to get done, I am content.