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Idiot that I am, I read Heart of Darkness first. I thought we were discussing that on Friday, but we're not, we're talking about Beloved (Morrison). Three hundred pages to get through tomorrow, then.

Studying literature at a university that haunts the bottoms of ranking lists does not make for good employment prospects. I have no more than two semesters left to finish my BA, which means I must make a decision. As I see it, I have three options: finish my BA, then run off to Oxford to start over and get a proper education; study medicine and specialise in surgery; study law. Do either of the three, then go into the Diplomatic Corpse. Or I can put it all off another year by applying for the Military's intensive Russian course – Russian and espionage, I'm sure I'd enjoy interrogating people in Russian. And Russian is rather fun.

The elimination method, eliminating the ones that mean I will have to go improve my grades, leaves literature at Oxford and law. I would love to go all out and run off to Oxford, but then what will I do when I'm done? Sensibly, law is a great option. Anette is equally depressed about her situation, so we drink coffee and sigh. Or make Hilde panic about her bachelor's thesis, due in two semesters. Poor thing, I don't think she ought to be around me.

Joining Mother for a dress rehearsal of Yasmina Reza's God of Carnage ("Blodig Alvor", in Norwegian) at Nationaltheatret tomorrow. Hoping it will have me in stitches by the first act. I need some fun to take my mind off all the reading, and the general despondency of attending a crappy university.

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Idiot that I am, I read Heart of Darkness first. I thought we were discussing that on Friday, but we're not, we're talking about Beloved (Morrison). Three hundred pages to get through tomorrow, then.

Studying literature at a university that haunts the bottoms of ranking lists does not make for good employment prospects. I have no more than two semesters left to finish my BA, which means I must make a decision. As I see it, I have three options: finish my BA, then run off to Oxford to start over and get a proper education; study medicine and specialise in surgery; study law. Do either of the three, then go into the Diplomatic Corpse. Or I can put it all off another year by applying for the Military's intensive Russian course – Russian and espionage, I'm sure I'd enjoy interrogating people in Russian. And Russian is rather fun.

The elimination method, eliminating the ones that mean I will have to go improve my grades, leaves literature at Oxford and law. I would love to go all out and run off to Oxford, but then what will I do when I'm done? Sensibly, law is a great option. Anette is equally depressed about her situation, so we drink coffee and sigh. Or make Hilde panic about her bachelor's thesis, due in two semesters. Poor thing, I don't think she ought to be around me.

Joining Mother for a dress rehearsal of Yasmina Reza's God of Carnage ("Blodig Alvor", in Norwegian) at Nationaltheatret tomorrow. Hoping it will have me in stitches by the first act. I need some fun to take my mind off all the reading, and the general despondency of attending a crappy university.