Term

End.

Today we had our combat assessments, the final assessments of the term. Hours and days and weeks spent preparing for these two things, and now it’s over. For the time being. 

This term we have been working on rapier and dagger (otherwise referred to as R&D) and unarmed, the same as in term one. Our assessments consisted of creating two scenes, one with unarmed combat in it and one with R&D in it. We got a different partner for the two things, picked out by the teachers, and the plan is that we circulate so that we through the three years will have working with everyone in our class once. The guy you see in the pictures was my partner for R&D, and the second picture is basically the end of our scene. I won. Because I'm awesome.  

We were let go at around four after all feedback had been given and were told that we don’t have to show our pretty faces until two tomorrow. After dinner at the pub to celebrate, we all decided the celebration should be continued later on, which is where I’m headed in forty minutes. 

 

It’s been a good day. Two more days and it’s Easter holiday. Four weeks of it. You might imagine I’m overjoyed, but to be honest I can’t wait to be back. Four weeks is far, far too long.  

Students

and sleep. 

It makes me laugh. After a specifically exhausting day, everyone looking like zombies going home, low groans about how tired we all are having been shared through the long hours. It makes me laugh, when I can go on facebook at five to midnight and see that I’m not the only one who didn’t go to bed when they promised themselves they would.

The End

(of term)

Is Nigh. 

And I can’t wait. Don’t get me wrong, my course is amazing and we probably have the most kick-ass time table ever, but I look forward to actually having time to sleep. Granted, our teachers have given us plenty of work to be done over the holiday so boredom will be the least of our problems, but even so, sleep. It’s gonna be pretty damn good. 

 

The two last weeks now we have priority. This basically means you spend every day doing the “specialty” of your course. Which in my case is stage combat. So for two weeks now, we’re swinging swords and throwing punches from 9 to 6, working toward our two combat assessments Wednesday 20^th of March. And there is little that can beat the sound of clashing swords; that sweet sound of metal on the metal. Regardless though, believe me, when six o’clock rolls around, you’re absolutely and completely knackered. 

On the note of combat, the combat teachers we have are probably the best teachers I’ve ever met. I mean when it comes to teachers in general, no matter what subject they teach. We got a small group of them, and they each have such distinct personalities and quirks, it’s quite funny. They are strict and disciplined, yet at the same time a lot more at ease and open that many other teachers I’ve had. –In truth, they don’t really seem like teachers at all. More like… … … geh. I don’t even know. But they are cool people, each in their individual way.

House 6

Flat 1.

On Monday, exactly four weeks after we were thrown head first out of our flat, we were allowed to go back. We have been given a big fine each, so my wallet is going to be aching for a while now, but we got our flat back. 

Though, of course, not even the move back could go smoothly. At first we were told that we could pick up our old keycards and keep both keys (to house 6 and our temporary rooms) until we were all done. But when I went to reception to pick up my key, they said I had to be back with the temporary flat key within 48 hours. That’s the rule. Now, hang on, so with coming home at eight Monday and a total of 20 hours of school Tuesday and Wednesday, how was I supposed to move out and clean the room after me, exactly? But the lady behind the counter wouldn't budge.

That just wasn’t gonna fly. I was so over-tired of this whole situation, that I fianlly gave the lady a short nod and said “I’ll be right back.” I went to my room, found the number to the Head of Accommodation, rang her, and a total of six minutes later I was back in the reception.

“I’m allowed to have my key ‘til Thursday night.” 

A light scowl from the receptionist. “Who authorized it?”

“Head of Accommodation.” 

(The Head is a really nice woman too by the way, I've spoken to her several times now).