<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>University on Shrieking.net</title><link>https://shrieking.net/tags/university/</link><description>Recent content in University on Shrieking.net</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-gb</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2006 15:11:25 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://shrieking.net/tags/university/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Following on from last entry...</title><link>https://shrieking.net/blog/following-on-from-last-entry/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2006 15:11:25 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://shrieking.net/blog/following-on-from-last-entry/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Today, while we were waiting for our presentations to begin, two people opened the door to the room we were in, whispered to each other, pointed at me, whispered some more, and then closed the door.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Last Exam Experience</title><link>https://shrieking.net/blog/my-last-exam-experience/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jun 2006 19:42:21 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://shrieking.net/blog/my-last-exam-experience/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Last Friday I faced the final exam of my university career. It was the kind of exam that creeps up on you, hiding in the shadows until a week before it happens and then revealing itself in all of it&amp;rsquo;s 60%-of-a-double-module glory. I was prepared in the way students often are: as long as three of the four questions I had revised for came up I would be fine. This, however, was my final exam, I had nothing to fear. Even if it was the worst I ever had to sit, it would be the last I&amp;rsquo;d ever sit. I was invincible. That&amp;rsquo;s what I kept telling myself. Everything was going to be &lt;em&gt;fine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>