So the 2nd year ballot has come out and you can imagine how desperate I felt as I scrolled down the very long list and realised that I was number 246. Yep. Number 246. Which is 6th from the bottom. Which means that come October, I will be living in the tiny space under some roof in Whewell’s or in the farthest glass corner of Burrell’s.
To be honest, I was actually hoping to be somewhere in the middle, preferably just below it, so that my room in the next two years will be decent. I suppose I could be all cheery and comforted in knowing tha tin my 3rd year, they’ll reverse the list. No. No reason to be cheery. Because by then, there will be at least 70 people above me who have gotten firsts. I have just about given up on a first because there was something like 5 SPS firsts last year. I am so fucked.
On a more happy note, I made the pleasant discovery while reading Kant yesterday that this most revered philosopher included aliens in his world view. He was just waffling on about how human beings are always seeking to extend and abuse their freedoms, and the general hopelessness of finding a selfless and just leader among men. Then he puts an asterix, and in a cute little footnote that anyone could have easily overlooked, he says,
“Man’s role is thus a highly artificial one. We do not know how it is with the inhabitants of other planets or with their nature, but if we ourselves execute this commission of nature well, we may surely flatter ourselves that we occupy no mean status among our neighbours in the cosmos. Perhaps their position is that each individual can fulfil his destiny completely within his own lifetime. With us it is otherwise; only the species as a whole can hope for this.”
TARDIS!!!
