Results, results...results
Two years of brain-breaking industrious academia, and what do I have to show for it? A bunch of lousy alphabets on a piece of paper. I am marginally euphoric that they are all vowels, and I don't mean E's. However, I am rather more euphoric about this. I especially like the bit about the cash reward. That's £100 to fritter away on meaningless things when I get to Warwick, or possibly I could be intelligent and do some judicious investment, which would be a lot less fun but a lot less silly, too. Choices, choices.
And in case my first paragraph was too nebulous regarding my results...straight A's baby!!!!!