I had a property law exam today. Unfortunately it was scheduled for 9:30am, which although not a terribly hostile time in itself, takes on a horrific form when weighed against a massive commute to London.
The exam went well, apart from a toilet break which necessitated an examiner to escort me so as to ensure that I didn't cheat and sneak a furtive peek at some concealed notes. Regrettably the examiner who escorted me wasn't some jogging young lecturer who'd allow me to cover the 80 or so meters to the bathroom in a quick time, instead the on call examiner was Dr Michael Arnheim, a venerable academic who's constitutional law course I found very enjoyable during my first year.
However the 10 minutes or so I spent walking slowly so as not to outstrip him did result in him asking me to do some research for his next book, which is always good experience for a law student - so it was on the whole a good thing. Watching my 5 minute time surplus turn into a 10 minute deficit for the exam wasn't terribly enjoyable but you play the cards you're dealt.
The train ride back was empty, giving me room to stretch out my legs and read my copy of The Times, scolding myself for not having bought the broadsheet which I'd have been able to read freely. Indeed even finding a copy of the broadsheet Times is a feat in itself, however the sinful side of opening up a luxuriously decadent sheet of newsprint, capable of easily eclipsing the viewing of other passengers' own journals, does add a whole 'forbidden fruit' angle to the activity that makes it all the more alluring.
I finished the 'common-folk's' crossword when I got home. Perhaps one day I'll be able to look at the cryptic clues without going cross eyed.
Later
John
Posted by John Swaine at May 18, 2004 10:32 PM