Firstly, a disclaimer. I am in no way trying to slander Imperial College London and the Physics department. They are being very supportive and understanding of my newly developed situation. This is more of a personal account of what’s been happening in life, because answering the question ‘Hey, you’ve not been around…what’s going on?’ gets tedious a hundred iterations in.
Around June, I had my last two exams of first year postponed to the September re-take period. I spent a healthy chunk of the summer revising and felt on track to do just well enough to be ready for second year.
Welcome to my musings. As a tad of background, hi. I’m Ksenia and I study Physics with theoretical physics with a year in Europe, which isn’t an existing course. However, I’m refusing to let go of the theoretical part of the title, so will be sticking vigourously to the maths until it becomes a course.
I’m originally from Russia, but have lived in England long enough to have no accent and went to school in Salisbury (i.e. that city near Stonehenge).
Have a bunch of random facts about me, because why not?
I have a super cute sister, a massive dog and just discovered that I have photos rollerblading with them.