Term ended last Thursday here at Cambridge, and so begins the five-week-long Easter vacation. This means most Cambridge students (even those lazy dossers doing Land Economy and SPS who spend all year rowing and prancing about on stage stealing good parts from poor hardworking medics who obviously deserve them better [not that I'm bitter or anything] --Editor) start to realise how close they are to exams (67 days, but hey, who's counting? --Ed), get all penitent about not doing enough work, start to work, freak out after realising how much work they ACTUALLY have to do, go home and fall at their parents' feet apologising for shaming the family and bringing dishonour into their homes (and if you're Japanese, possibly try harakiri --Ed) and then go into lockdown mode for the rest of the vacation to prepare for exams.
College libraries stay open around the clock. Porters patrol the libraries at night. And at St John's College, the famed Suicide Watch will soon start patrolling St John's Tower to deter any poor sod who realises he's in the wrong university and decides he wants to go scream "WHY ME?!" at God in person.
As for me, I'm starting to get my act together and will soon instruct the porters to forward my mail to 'Room With Plastic Skeleton, The Library, Jesus College'. Unfortunately, I'm not the only medic determined to move into the library. I'm anticipating a blogworthy battle coming up. Wish me luck. In the meantime, go check out what happened when I became a disability patient* on Medscape. No smartarse cane jokes please--you quickly find out how useful they are for bashing people on the head...
*Tell me you love the post title. I spent HOURS dreaming up the title. You MUST love the title! Love the title or die by cane bashing!