Everywhere one looks, there are sleep deprived grumpy people. They shuffle along, either to or from the library, nervously discussing a fine detail in some obscure corner of their course. Or, if you’re Pipe, biting your fist off - trying to cram your entire course days before the exam.

Either way, there is neither, love nor fun in the air, but just exams. It is upsetting to see this state of affairs, and I must say it is taking its toll on me. I must say, that being a generally calm and brilliant individual such events often pass me by without much psychological strain. However, I found myself the other night, during one of my group revision sessions, spiraling back in years of maturity. Not only have recently accused one (two) of my group revision buddies of having secret fascinations for the weirder spectrum of the porn world, but also sending stupid emails.

It came to my attention that a notable critic of John Rawls, a Mr. M Sandel, happened to be still alive, unlike most philosophers. After some serious debate upon his contribution to the world of Political Science, a friend and I felt it our duty to send Mr. Sandel and email requesting some help. The complete low of maturity that has been reached by my good self (and other I know) manifested its ugly head at the moment before I started writing my email. The end result was a short email requesting footwear advice from Mr. Sandel, add the addition of certain facts about my feet, specifically their desire to be in the open, due to their getting sweaty very easily.

I'm not sure whether it is the library's fault or the exam's fault, but something is changing me, and it isn’t good. If this descent continues I may be unable to type coherently by next week.

p.s. I would love to have a picture of somebody hurdling the Hartley Library turn styles (even if they do have a valid card) naked, with an adjoining picture of the security guards' faces. Can anyone sort that out for me?