Strong Verbs Are Just Better

So... yours truly, normally known as SUPER!Student, has found her Kryptonite- in this case, a persistent rattly cough and a brain made of cotton wool. Devoted people, such as goblinpaladin and the Wife, have been forcing her through her readings and to at least start French grammar study. Logical essay construction is a bit beyond her at the moment.
As a result, SUPER!Student has been reduced to asking for extensions. Getting SUPER!Student to contact Awesome and her french teacher required the Wife sitting down, searching the department website, and threatening to email Awesome herself if S!S wouldn't. Protests that it is S!S's own fault for running down her immune system with whacky sleeping habits and the tendancy to write philology essays between the hours of 11pm and 3am were to no avail. Apparently one is not supposed to be made of steel, and apparently that is what the appeals process is for. Who would've thought?

So. I'm not sitting my grammar exam today. Caroline has asked me to do it on Wednesday instead- I'm waiting on confirmation of my english extension, since english would normally be due on wednesday. Awesome has already emailed me and emailed the extension-approving-man, so that should be ok. A week extra for english, two days for French. Just hope I do actually get better and not worse by Wednesday.

So, as of tonight, I am officially a Valedict of 2007. Which is a little weird, since I'll be back here next year. There's something to be said for valedicting with your friends... but as my friend groups change every year, and this year they've spread out across various year groups as well, I'm not so sure about that anymore.
First off, my sincere apologies to kayloulee for the weird school-esque ritual in which the freshers- all 130 of them, more than half the room, were made to get up and sing a slightly doctored version of Hot Stuff, apparently in our honour. Singing and dancing is the sort of thing they make kindy kids do at year six graduations. I'm perplexed. Also, the general reaction from the valedicts seemed to be aaawww how cute. Maybe it's just that I'm a young 'un... but freshers aren't children! Children, by and large, aren't that frustrating. Also, children can't be blamed if they throw up all over the hallway, whereas freshers should damn well know better. (kayloulee, i assure you, is above such antics)
Secondly, I now have a lovely pair of college champagne flutes.
Thirdly... I like college. But I don't think it's the place where I've forged a lifelong network. A few good friends, yes. But not the HUGE NETWORK OF LIFELONG FRIENDS they promise you at O-week.