Packt like sardines in a crushd tin box.

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Cambridge University Press coming to the rescue of my English Literature 2 revision.

I haven’t been on tumblr for months but it’s nice to be back and see that nothing’s really changed.
Life continues in Edinburgh although the year is inevitably coming to an end. Just today, I booked my flight back home for the 6th of June. Having Stephen will help massively and I’m just so glad that he’ll be able to stay with us for the whole summer.
…but I’ll miss Edinburgh so, so unbelievably much. This place has become my second home and this room has become my temple: I’ve decorated it to my heart’s content, it makes me feel safe and comfortable…it’s mine.
Last week, Stephen and I went to Cambridge and Oxford (apologies for the order of the names but that’s just the order in which we visited them). They were both beautiful and the colleges were just…wow, on a completely different level. We fell in love with them all and it was hard to pick favourites, especially in Cambridge, where we stayed, but at the end of the day, Stephen ‘bagsied’ Selwyn College and I just couldn’t decide between Darwin College, Clare College, and Trinity Hall. I know Darwin’s an odd choice but it’s a postgraduate college only and well, that’d obviously suit me. Plus, there was a little boat on the river that ran through it (the Cam or a little stream?) that had 'Isabela’ written on it, so I took it as a 'sign’. Clare had extensive gardens and pretty flowers (always a plus) and Trinity Hall was small and the library looked cosy and warm…warmth is always a plus as well.
In Oxford, we both fell deeply in love with Corpus Christi. It didn’t feel like an actual college, but rather a really big country house with delicate, welcoming gardens surrounding it. The college gardener even showed us around and encouraged us to apply there: he was lovely. We also liked Magdalen but we figured we wouldn’t really stand a chance, what with me coming from one of the poorest areas in Spain and attending a mediocre (at best) university.
Oxford, as a city, was bigger and noisier than Cambridge and so I didn’t like it as much. There were too many foreign school kids everywhere and they were mostly speaking in French, which did nothing to make me feel any happier (grr, French people, etc etc).
Anyway, it’s 3:39 in the morning and I’m sleepy.
My electric blanket awaits me in bed.


Here’s a photo of me looking scary at the Cambridge University Press Bookshop: