I'm posting now because I won't be able to update until I know my results in less than 24 hours' time. I don't really have a lot of time for meaningful reflection because I've gotta rush for a picnic with Darius, Cherry and Joanna, followed by dinner with Darius, Paul and Sean, followed by a night out on the town with my classmates as we take our minds off the natural anxiety that precedes 11am tomorrow. I've also finished reading Tim O'Brien's Going After Cacciato, and I wholly agree when the New York Times said that "To call Going After Cacciato a novel about war is like calling Moby-Dick a novel about whates." A splendid read, and I've actually been trying to look for another quote to put here, but nothing quite encapsulates the essence of the book as those few lines I posted just before 2008 ended. Being the first real novel I've read for pleasure in quite a number of years, and not knowing when the next time I read something of similar value again, I have a feeling I'll remember it for at least a while. "Imagination, like reality, has its limits." 

I'll be back on the other side of results day.