I didn't fail my maths quiz. In fact I did good. I got completely the wrong answers, but because he's the rocking sort of purist maths guy, he doesn't care about arithmetic errors, only about process. So cheers to that.

And I still have a peanut butter sandwich in my bag. Which might even be OK if I eat it before it gets too badly squashed.

I had breakfast just before I left home. My stomach was already gurgling loudly and embarassingly half way through my social science lecture, which is my first one of the day.

Oh oh. And I saw Susan. Twice actually. The other day I did too. But today I stopped and chatted to her for a while. That was nice. Except my QMA tutorial folk made fun of me for chatting her up and being late to class as a result. It didn't matter anyway because our awesome tutor was late. And besides, I wasn't even chatting her up.

There are four people in that tutorial who are doing my same double degree with social science bit. Five people in my social science tutorial, and two in my economics tutorial. That's pretty good. I thought I'd be all alone. But I won't.