I am in the middle of a two day take-home exam, so, naturally, I have made a little film about the start of fourth year. In between singing Judy Garland songs loudly in my empty house, eating a lot of peanut butter squares and watching Gossip Girl.
I felt kind of sad making it, because there are so many 'lasts' in it - last end of summer before another academic year, last autumn and Raisin and Thanksgiving and Christmas in St Andrews. Time passes differently when it doesn't stretch out into the distance. This year so far has been permeated with a sense of the fleeting, making me appreciate things all the more.