Birthdays
My best birthday so far was my 30th, when I held a Polish Bear Hunting evening in some woods - everyone dressed up in hunting gear, ate a Polish hunting stew round a big fire and then, armed with torches, ran out to find the foil-wrapped chocolate bears I'd hidden in the trees.
My worst so far was my first at university - my birthday was the first official day of term, so I thought there'd be loads of people there to have fun with. No, Cambridge is so posh nobody actually turns up on the first night. I got very drunk with the barman.
What extremes of birthdays have you had?
( , Fri 9 Dec 2005, 11:07)
My best birthday so far was my 30th, when I held a Polish Bear Hunting evening in some woods - everyone dressed up in hunting gear, ate a Polish hunting stew round a big fire and then, armed with torches, ran out to find the foil-wrapped chocolate bears I'd hidden in the trees.
My worst so far was my first at university - my birthday was the first official day of term, so I thought there'd be loads of people there to have fun with. No, Cambridge is so posh nobody actually turns up on the first night. I got very drunk with the barman.
What extremes of birthdays have you had?
( , Fri 9 Dec 2005, 11:07)
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My 18th...
...was one of the worst, but also one of the best. Howso, I hear ye ask...
I had a university interview that very day. I live in Birmingham.
The University was in Bangor, North Wales.
Bad thing? I had to get up at six o'bloody clock in the morning! And be on a train by eight o'clock to be there for eleven in the morning! No beer yet...urgh...
Got there, had to wait half an hour beyond my supposed time because kids in front had pissed off/been stupid/ignorant/fill in as appropriate/.
The inbetween bit was the interview itself. I was at my blagging best (thank you Mr. Guerney!) Apparently my sister had timed the other interviews and then mine - I'd talked the hind leg off the Head of English for just over half an hour!
Best bit yet was the end of the interview: "Well...I'm very impressed..." quoth said Head of English, "And I think you'd be very welcome here. I think I can safely say that your UCAS score can be revised to one hundred and forty points."
140 POINTS! That's ONE A grade and a few stray points!!
Give that the original pre-interview requirement was 240 points, I was dead chuffed. :)
To celebrate, me and my sister went round Bangor and had about six pints between us and much merriment was beheld on the late train home to Brummagen.
And then there was the surrpise party ma had got together in my absence...bless her. :)
( , Tue 13 Dec 2005, 15:22, Reply)
...was one of the worst, but also one of the best. Howso, I hear ye ask...
I had a university interview that very day. I live in Birmingham.
The University was in Bangor, North Wales.
Bad thing? I had to get up at six o'bloody clock in the morning! And be on a train by eight o'clock to be there for eleven in the morning! No beer yet...urgh...
Got there, had to wait half an hour beyond my supposed time because kids in front had pissed off/been stupid/ignorant/fill in as appropriate/.
The inbetween bit was the interview itself. I was at my blagging best (thank you Mr. Guerney!) Apparently my sister had timed the other interviews and then mine - I'd talked the hind leg off the Head of English for just over half an hour!
Best bit yet was the end of the interview: "Well...I'm very impressed..." quoth said Head of English, "And I think you'd be very welcome here. I think I can safely say that your UCAS score can be revised to one hundred and forty points."
140 POINTS! That's ONE A grade and a few stray points!!
Give that the original pre-interview requirement was 240 points, I was dead chuffed. :)
To celebrate, me and my sister went round Bangor and had about six pints between us and much merriment was beheld on the late train home to Brummagen.
And then there was the surrpise party ma had got together in my absence...bless her. :)
( , Tue 13 Dec 2005, 15:22, Reply)
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