End of Lent 2009

Wow, so apparently somewhere along the way we survived our second term in Cambridge. Term finished on Thursday the 12th of March, but we all had exams on the 13th and then there was end of term larking-about to be done, so this update got put off somewhat. However, we have learnt stuff this term, so here goes...

What have we learnt this term?

That there are few problems in our lives that can't be summarised and entirely explained by throwing our hands in the air and exclaiming "Men!"
That you get odd looks if you sit in the same coffee shop three days in a row and throw your hands in the air and exclaim "Men!" each time.
That sometimes, someone will look so, so ill that even the anatomy demonstrators will send them home from sessions they must attend.
That you can form an accurate judgement of someone's character depending on which of Felicity's mugs they choose to drink their tea from.
That it is actually possible to pack up your whole room in slightly over two hours, with a hangover.
That burlesque nights are the best thing ever.
That no man will ignore you when you are wearing a corset.
That no matter how much you believe your current situation is unique, someone knows a song about it.
That there is no reason why you shouldn't walk halfway through Newnham carrying a roast joint.
That there are some situations in which medicine is actually interesting and a valid addition to the conversation, but you should probably let the non-medics in the group decide that.
That the four of us (Felicity, Joanne, Geraldine and Julia) are terrifying en masse (see "Blind Date" for details).
That Felicity can continue to play the piano and make musical phrases after she has lost the ability to make conversation.
That no one in love ever listens to sense.
That there is nothing better than returning to College to find something odd in your pigeonhole (this term has witnessed a raven, a giraffe, and three hippos being found in our pigeonholes at various points).
That you need to be very careful when *headdesk*ing during dissection, as there's often a dead body in the way.
That it is actually possible to completely forget you're dissecting a whole body, and so be freaked out by finding a hand attached to an arm when you move parts of the body bag aside.
That you get remarkably few comments on the facebook status "Joanne held a warm human heart today".
That love is not enough.
That there is a lot to be said for turning up to Compline after a formal with a group of people (slightly intoxicated to drunk) as large as the rest of the congregation put together.
That Cambridge can become home in under two terms.
That you don't necessarily lose your toes to frostbite as a result of walking around Cambridge in bare feet at three in the morning in February.
That there is virtually always someone willing to walk you home, if you ask nicely enough.
That Felicity is about as perceptive as the average doorpost when it comes to men.
That Felicity broadcasts her emotions so obviously that even a below-average doorpost can tell who she's interested in.
That it's not a Caius bop unless someone takes a trip to Addenbrooke's A&E department.
That the spikes on top of railings create a wound that looks like a stab wound.
That there is no situation so bad that the application of tea, coffee, hot chocolate, crumpets, hot cross buns, toast, ice cream, hugs, a film or some combination of the above will not fix it.
That cake > men. Without exception. It's just the hormones talking when you disagree.
That there are too few exceptions to the rule "all men are bastards some of the time".
That girls can be rubbish, too.
That, when it gets really bad, one of the great things about Newnham is that you can eat chocolate and cry and everyone will look after you.
That Cambridge is home.
That the arrival of spring makes everything a whole lot better.
That being taken out for coffee, or lunch, or dinner, or in fact anywhere out, does wonders for your self-esteem.

This...got a little more depressing than I was intending. I'll try to remember some cheerful stuff!

Love,
Felicity xxx