The End of the Final Examinations

My Eleven Favourite Memories From The Past Two Weeks:

1. Flipping over my exam and realising that I had lucked out: I studied only three topics, and all were on the paper. This happened more often than it should have, actually. Once again, my lucky streak continues. I honestly didn't do enough work on any of my papers... if I escape with anything more than a third, I'll be lucky.

Speaking of which...

2. Me: "I'm going to get a third [class degree]."
Rich: "You're not going to get a third! . . . I'm going to get a 2-2 (Lower Second class degree)."
Me: "You're not going to get a 2-2! . . . I'm going to get a third."
(Repeat until)
Mindy: "Will you two stop blowing up each other's asses?!?!"

3. A Very Drunk Rich (to Steph): I just want to tell you I have the nicest, kindest, most beautiful, sexiest, most wonderful girlfriend in the world."
Steph: "Oh, R-"
Rich: "BUUUURRRRPPPP."
Steph: "I think you spoilt the moment."

4. Drunk Sarah: "I love you, PJ."
Drunk Me: "I love you too, Sarah."
Drunk Sarah: "You're one of my BEST friends."
Drunk Me: "You're one of mine!"
Both: "Let's keep in touch after graduation!"

5. Mum (on phone): "Let me get this straight. You have five exams this week, but you also took part in a Dancesport competition, watched "Troy", won a LaserQuest competition, and are now in Portsmouth doing open water training?"
Me: "Er, yes."

6. Winning the aforementioned LaserQuest competition in the face of still competition, and receiving the Mairin Hennebry Challenge Trophy.

7. Meeting and dining with Peter Moore, world famous best-selling travel author.

8. The Cuban cigar I smoked yesterday night. I never understood why Cuban cigars were so highly valued until a friend gave me a few puffs of his. I bought one specially to smoke after my exams, and it was worth it.

9. Waking up this morning, opening my window, looking out on Broad Street, and thinking, "Wow, I have an Oxford degree!"

10. Walking out of the Examination Schools with Rich, and being mobbed by my friends, who showered us with confetti, balloons, and alcohol. I was so tired and happy and felt so much love I almost started weeping tears of happiness. Almost!

11. Rich stopping and standing in the middle of Catte Street, holding his arms open for Steph to run up and hug him. Steph ran up and jumped into his arms and, Rich being very drunk, promptly lost his balance and they fell over in a big tumble with a loud smack!

Bonus memory:

12. Beautiful girl: "Here, let me give you my phone number."
Me: "Great, I'll call you."
(and I did).