Wow. So the JCTs are actually really over, and I am just relieved to have survived the whole experience. That also applies literally, because GP, maths, lit and chinese were all done in the lecture theatres, which means I'm currently sufferring from a broken back and neck. Seriously, crouching over a tiny table in almost the same frozen position for 3 hours straight (in the case of chinese) is hazardous to health.
On the other hand, how I fared is not exactly something I want to think about :) It's more like something I want to/will push back to when it's actually time to take back those exam scripts. Oh, and there's still the holiday homework left to worry about now. There's a Pride & Prejudice journal thing to be done, which requires a chapter-by-chapter analysis. For all non-P&P readers, that's an immense lot. Gargantuan. (If this post is sounding all doom and gloom, things are pretty much really this way.)
And I haven't read The Tempest, which we'll be covering as part of literature paper 4 , I think. But I was just reading The Tempest by Neil Gaiman, which is interesting to think about, since it's mildly related after all. It's a chapter from The Wake, which is the tenth book in the Sandman series, but isn't really related to the main story in this volume, since the Sandman is still alive here. It follows a story from earlier on about Shakespeare, who owes our King of Dreams a last play, which is The Tempest itself.
I wonder what Mr R would think of it.
