Oxford - in brief
Mar. 11th, 2009 01:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windemereSo, I apologize that there are no pictures, but I forgot I have a camera I can actually carry with me these days.
Let me put this into perspective. I am nearing the end of a massive bid funding project in my MA course that is due Friday and involves 9 other people. I knew the deadline when I decided to go to Oxford 3 weeks ago, but I also figured I could spare 12 hours. Well, barely.
Anyways, it was a good thing, because no matter the fact I was exhausted, had a headache from 3 days of writing, or that Oxford is 2 hours away, I am glad I went. Ostensibly it was to see Colin Renfrew (if you don't know who he is, you won't care) lecture, but it was also to see Erika and Chantel, the later of which I hadn't see for 2 years!
We got to have 'dunch' (afternoon tea?) at Jamie Oliver's Italian restaurant and it was soooo good. I splurged and had dessert, but since it's all fresh stuff I didn't feel too bad (no, that was the scone I had earlier). Then we went off to the lecture which was a nice hour long (no lecture should be longer then an hour) and then drank really bad wine at the reception (apparently Oxford is cutting back because of the recession just like everyone else - there were no pretzels). And then we went up to the Royal Oak, which is my second favourite pub in Oxford (The Eagle and Child being the favourite), but I didn't even stay long enough for a drink because I had to catch the last train out or be stuck the night. I did stay long enough to notice that The Best Food Ever was no longer on the menu. Shame that. (It's wild mushrooms in garlic sauce with fresh Parisian bread, in case you were wondering).
Got back to Leicester at 11:20pm and was in bed by 11:40. (Record!) And then woke up before my alarm went off at 7 this morning to do work...again.
We're in the 'editing, but not really' stage and the coordination level is falling rapidly. It all has to come together by tomorrow night at 7, because I am not staying up late to finish the damn thing since I'm the one who has to be handing it in at 8am on Friday. It will be done.
Let me put this into perspective. I am nearing the end of a massive bid funding project in my MA course that is due Friday and involves 9 other people. I knew the deadline when I decided to go to Oxford 3 weeks ago, but I also figured I could spare 12 hours. Well, barely.
Anyways, it was a good thing, because no matter the fact I was exhausted, had a headache from 3 days of writing, or that Oxford is 2 hours away, I am glad I went. Ostensibly it was to see Colin Renfrew (if you don't know who he is, you won't care) lecture, but it was also to see Erika and Chantel, the later of which I hadn't see for 2 years!
We got to have 'dunch' (afternoon tea?) at Jamie Oliver's Italian restaurant and it was soooo good. I splurged and had dessert, but since it's all fresh stuff I didn't feel too bad (no, that was the scone I had earlier). Then we went off to the lecture which was a nice hour long (no lecture should be longer then an hour) and then drank really bad wine at the reception (apparently Oxford is cutting back because of the recession just like everyone else - there were no pretzels). And then we went up to the Royal Oak, which is my second favourite pub in Oxford (The Eagle and Child being the favourite), but I didn't even stay long enough for a drink because I had to catch the last train out or be stuck the night. I did stay long enough to notice that The Best Food Ever was no longer on the menu. Shame that. (It's wild mushrooms in garlic sauce with fresh Parisian bread, in case you were wondering).
Got back to Leicester at 11:20pm and was in bed by 11:40. (Record!) And then woke up before my alarm went off at 7 this morning to do work...again.
We're in the 'editing, but not really' stage and the coordination level is falling rapidly. It all has to come together by tomorrow night at 7, because I am not staying up late to finish the damn thing since I'm the one who has to be handing it in at 8am on Friday. It will be done.
