I had two hours of Latin from 9 in which we established our panic-inducing lack of knowledge and Jake came up with the ludicrous suggestion of learning five words a day, and then I was free. And it was a very pleasant day to come out to, sunny and warm. It feels positively springlike.

Then the day went pretty much as follows:

Mum and Dad picked me up.
We went home.
I settled the rats in.
I packed for America.

So now I'm ready to go. And that...is really rather scary.

Also, going online on my laptop feels quite weird now. It's so different from the uni computers.