the worst thing about exams isn't the actual work. It isn't the fact that I haven't studied at all though I did at least read the books eventually. I can get over the fact that I bullshitted through at least half of the questions and plain didn't know the answers to at least three of them. It's not even the fact that it is sunny and I should be lying in the grass with a book and a beer.

But why oh why must they pick a new and different hall each time?

Classics was in the Kelvin Gallery. Helpful really since you get to a certain area in the West End and everything is Kelvin something. First off it wasn't on my map. The bigger one I found online doesn't much help either since the main building doesn't tell you what floor anything is on and seemed to suggest it was in the visitor centre. Further exploration of the uni website told me that it was in the museum. I can't be blamed for this. It actually said A7=Kelvin Gallery/museum and it was not over the actual Kelvin Art Gallery and Museum like you might suppose I had mistaken it for.

It was in neither of these places and thankfully someone thoughtfully put up signs all around the cloisters with a big WAIT HERE FOR CLASSICS outside the door. It was in the Business school.

I swear I get more wound up I'm never gonna find the stupid hall than the actual exam itself. Which went fine incidentally but I should have possibly revised all of those Latin names.