Term has ended now, and Mr A can definitely tell by my mood. No longer preoccupied with whatever coursework is hanging over me, I smile at him when he asks what plans I have for the day. I managed to hand all the coursework in early, so I even spent an afternoon on the sofa watching a film, and an evening at the badminton club's Christmas party.
For someone who doesn't like parties, this was quite a step. I made the decision quite late, and only when it became clear that a) I would already have finished all my coursework, and b) partners were not invited. This makes things much easier - I wouldn't have a load of strangers to talk to, and I wouldn't have to worry about Mr A having a load of strangers to talk to either. So my next problem was what to wear.
The men had decided to dress up to the extent of black tie, so my usual level of attire wasn't going to be sufficient - the women would definitely be wearing sparkly tops and make-up, and I would stand out in a polo shirt and clean trousers. Mr A gave me a hand with choosing a jacket, and I cleaned up some silver earrings that had gone black.
It was a lovely evening, with unusually good food for a large hotel-catered Christmas event. We occupied two tables out of about 40, there was a band and a disco, and it all went on until after 1 a.m. I made the mistake of dancing too soon after dinner, and suffered from horrendous indigestion all evening. But apart from that, it was great.
Next day was yesterday, the last day of term. Two thirds of the 9.30 a.m. lecture class was still working on the coursework that had to be handed in by 3 p.m., so the audience was small, but I stayed awake somehow. I had to have a sleep in a layby on the way home, though, and another couple of hours extra sleep later in the afternoon.
Fully recovered this morning, I'm going to enjoy about a week without homework or revision, then get stuck in again for the two exams I've got in January.