The thirteen stages of a Durham Easter holiday

1. Relief: “thank fuck that’s over”

I MADE IT!

2. Inability to move or do anything: “In, in a second, I’ll do it in a second”

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3. Recuperation: “there’s a light, it’s coming closer”

Outa my cage

4. Utter boredom: “where is everyone?”

More pain than being that one emotional Dalek who has the sorrow of a universe crushing him from all sides

5.Think about studying: “at least I can forget how bored I am”

You in two more days

6. Missing Durham: “there’ll be Klute, and Jimmy’s and everything will be fantastic”

Despised by many, yet pitifully missed.

7. Procrastinating to the extreme: “I know, I’ll write a Tab article!”

Never put off till tomorrow what you can possibly do – the day after

8. Other friends coming back but they are experiencing stage 2: “come on guys! Let’s go do stuff!

JOIN ME!!!

9. Parttayyy

The party don’t stop till 2 people are dead and we’re disillusioned with the jazz age as a whole

10. Sudden revision panic: “I thought I was revising, but it turns out I’m learning stuff for the first time!”

Hang on man, I’m visioning

11. The slow realisation you’re an idiot: “Holy fuck I know nothing”

If you don’t pick yourself up I’ll shoot you full of arrows/kick you out of the uni

12. Forcing yourself into isolation: “Well, goodbye everyone, it was nice seeing you for like, a week.”

I’ll always be here, please, please don’t forget me

13. One of two feelings – “please, don’t make me go, I need time, more time” or “See ya later losers.”

Suck on my chinese nuts

but, but revision

Now get back to work!