It seems that there are certain dates that when I think about them, it makes me want to throw up a little bit. Yes, that's right, it's exam time. My exams start in just under 3 weeks - over four days between June 2 - 10. For those of you who don't quite grasp why this is such a big deal, it's because the grades that I get from these four exams are the only grades that matter for my all of my studies at Cambridge, and I mean that in the most literal sense possible. I feel pretty prepared in some respects, and not at all in others. I'm amazed at the amount of content that I've learned over this last year. I keep a list of the books that I read over the course of the year; it's not even a complete list as I wasn't very diligent at writing down all of the titles. The list has over 60 books on it. I look over past exams to see what materials were covered and I feel pretty confident. But then I remember I haven't sat an exam in two years, and that one didn't go very well. I have to remind myself that it's different now...but doubt still lingers.
Good news has come, but at the price of distraction. Gareth had his visa interview last week and today we've sent off the last of the paperwork and his passport. He should have his visa in less than 10 days. We sent off the first application just over a year ago, so it's good to have this come to a close finally. Now we've started the process of figuring out what to do once I graduate. Gareth is in negotiations with his company. We want to move to the States, they still want him to work for them. So the compromise? Move to Michigan - probably in the Detroit/Ann Arbor area. I can't say it's my ideal location, but we're looking into it. As for a job for me, well that's still worryingly to be determined. But regardless, I may be back in the states househunting and job searching as soon as early July.
In the meantime it would seem are exams and the last days of England.