Quick, Cambridgey update!

I cannot but apologize fervently to those who read this blog; the dearth of posts over the preceding months has, to be frank, been the result of unwavering languor and apathy…and the unrelenting shitloads of work commissioned by ubiquitous academics… My linguistic expression will have waned in erudition somewhat since the onslaught of university academia, and its corresponding rigmarole; it’s basically imputable to having read very little in the way of non-academic books! Alsoooo, the relative absence of adverbs and esoteric/ arcane word usage undoubtedly warrants disquietude, if only on my part;)

University has been exhilaratingly productive, but worryingly not so with respects to essaying… 5 essays in one term is truly despicable in relation to the cumulative quantity accrued throughout the term’s entirety. First year luckily impacts negligibly on my terminal degree classification, yet Cambridge emphasises, ironically, the severity of its annual examination term (Easter term, to be terminologically accurate), and students exhibit a gullibility that undercuts their academic prowess in conforming to this intensive rubric. At least, this is my opinion, and I will most likely adhere to that which I so hypocritically condemn… Exams are an omnipresent harbinger of impending doom at this university, and the university does much to ensure its collegiate members are completely sentient of this disagreeable, but necessary, component of studentship.

Much is to be said of Arch n Anth as an experentially varied degree. Although nonchalance effectively characterizes my academic ethos, the degree content is sufficiently heterogeneous to innervate one’s philomathic proclivities, albeit intermittently. Egyptology is particularly absorbing and engaging, as is Mesopotamia (though I’d consider the latter’s intrigue to be comparatively unexpected). Archaeology, I’m afraid, is drab. DRAB I TELL YOU. My supervisor is culpable for this antipathy; her teaching ability leaves much to be desired. Digging is perhaps a more suitable activity for a woman so profoundly lacking in pedagogical acumen. The other supervisors ameliorate the situation, fortunately. Dr. Knapp is godlike in her didactic conference; Filippucci is inspiring; Duhig is genius; and Stone is similarly potent. This supervisory gamut is enviable.

Anywhooooo, I shall perorate swiftly. Beyond my prolixity, Cambridge is a wonderful place both to study in, and to live in.

More to follow!