I finished my bibliography in an hour. Unheard of. Printed the whole thing and wrote the wordcount for each page. Raced my way to the services office and found the front cover. Staple. Ugh. Wrongly. Another try. Fill the details... Submit.. Ah heck.
"3.05" said the guy behind the service counter. I was ready to put on my I'm-ready-to-accept-any-form-of-punishment-but-I-would-very-much-love-a-bit-of-discretion face, until he said, "This is the last one for today"
"You mean mine is exempted?"
"Yeah, yours is safe. Cheers"
Suddenly, those all-nighters seemed to come down to a (rather undecidedly good or bad outcome - I haven't received the paper yet - not looking forward to either) conclusion.
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