"Danny Francetti's Jazz Box!"
Moving on, I've finished Uni for the year!
Here's a brief recollection of the final day events...
"....and that is the fundamental difference between Hobbes' "Leviathan" and Locke's "Second Treatise."
"OK, finish the sentence you're writing. Congratulations, you've survived the course: please put your answer papers in the corresponding tray as you leave."
Before anyone has a chance to move, I have fled from the lecture theatre, throwing my paper in the direction of a bemused tutor as I went. A self indulgent cackle escapes as I realise this shall be my last appearance at this "place of learning" for 2005. This results in a questioning look from a nearby smoking student, but he is silenced by one of my patented hard stares. (Like Paddington, but marginally less hairy.)
A quick skip up to the library, and I hurl my outstanding books through the doors, almost decapitating one of the helpful library apes.
"That's for not finding me CL Ten's literary criticism of JS Mill's 'On Liberty'!" I quip, laughing at the plight of the fallen librarian. I hop back down the steps, eager to be away; but to my horror, at the foot of the steps is my nemesis: the flyer man. Panicked, I try to look away, but it is too late. His eyes lock onto mine, locating his prey with military precision. I glance nervously from side to side as he approaches, desperately searching for a route of escape.
"Hi!" He roars at me, thrusting towards me a flyer, advertising some awful student party. Suddenly it all becomes clear: "HA!" I cry deliriously, and leap gracefully over the nearby wall. The foolish individual had not blocked all escape routes! I retreat to a safe distance and openly mock him.
"Welcome to big school!" I cry, before turning away and gambolling across the fields. Free from the Uni of shattered middle-class dreams....
until next year...
Moving on, I've finished Uni for the year!
Here's a brief recollection of the final day events...
"....and that is the fundamental difference between Hobbes' "Leviathan" and Locke's "Second Treatise."
"OK, finish the sentence you're writing. Congratulations, you've survived the course: please put your answer papers in the corresponding tray as you leave."
Before anyone has a chance to move, I have fled from the lecture theatre, throwing my paper in the direction of a bemused tutor as I went. A self indulgent cackle escapes as I realise this shall be my last appearance at this "place of learning" for 2005. This results in a questioning look from a nearby smoking student, but he is silenced by one of my patented hard stares. (Like Paddington, but marginally less hairy.)
A quick skip up to the library, and I hurl my outstanding books through the doors, almost decapitating one of the helpful library apes.
"That's for not finding me CL Ten's literary criticism of JS Mill's 'On Liberty'!" I quip, laughing at the plight of the fallen librarian. I hop back down the steps, eager to be away; but to my horror, at the foot of the steps is my nemesis: the flyer man. Panicked, I try to look away, but it is too late. His eyes lock onto mine, locating his prey with military precision. I glance nervously from side to side as he approaches, desperately searching for a route of escape.
"Hi!" He roars at me, thrusting towards me a flyer, advertising some awful student party. Suddenly it all becomes clear: "HA!" I cry deliriously, and leap gracefully over the nearby wall. The foolish individual had not blocked all escape routes! I retreat to a safe distance and openly mock him.
"Welcome to big school!" I cry, before turning away and gambolling across the fields. Free from the Uni of shattered middle-class dreams....
until next year...
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ryuu:
ive just realised where ive heard the name Tanis before its from a book i read some years ago is that where you got it from? if so can you please tell me which book it is caus eits bugging me 
ryuu:
sorry i clicked the button to many times as im RREALLY impatient