EVER since last Friday my hot tap has been dripping. I'm not sure what happened and I should really speak to someone about it, but I keep forgetting. I have also noticed that over the last few days I always seem to need the toilet! I haven't altered my diet, and I can only think this is due to the constantly dripping tap that my mind must be subconsciously focusing on.
  THIS week I am going to make SUCH an effort to revise in time for my last exam of my student life. I really can't believe that for the last 4 years I've been saying "next time I won't leave work till the last minute", but I always do - but this time it WILL be different!
  THE end of the year means that the KUB freezers are defrosted, and you can finally solve one of the year's greatest mysteries: whatever happened to all your freezer food?. This is probably the only time that food is actually taken out of the freezer, as most people put food in the freezer and it never comes out again. If you don't believe me, then have a look at the sell by dates on the food that you'll find at the back of the freezer. Here in Rawson 3 you can actually do this with the fridges! I swear that if the Whitehouse ever got wind of some of the cultures that we breed in our fridge, we'd be for it!
  SOME people have comented that my speling and grammar in this column has been very unaccurate over the last year so for the people that like to correct me Ive written this paragraph especially for them.
  SO that was the final Rawson's Creek of the year, and I haven't actually mentioned the TV program which gave me the inspiration for the cunning title of our column. It is of course "Dawson's Crack". So I hope that over the last year I've given you a rather random view on campus life, put Rawson firmly on the campus map, and inspired everyone to be more friendly to cute little bumble bees.

  THE nearing end of my academic studies, for the time being at least, has done some very strange things to my head. Last Friday, before my final exam ever, I decided that I wanted to fit the most random word ever into my answers. Don't ask me why, I just did. After some discussion with a friend, we decided upon the word marmite - after all, what could be more un-related to Progressive Rock than my favourite sandwich filling! The exam itself was slightly better than I had expected, and eventually in my final paragraph I plucked up the courage… Goodness knows what my lecturer is going to think when he reads the sentence, "progressive rock is like marmite - you either like it or you don't."
  THIS week we found a note in the Rawson 2 kitchen announcing the arrival of the annual window cleaning brigade. This was all very well, but for the fact that in just over a fortnight our entire house is being refurbished, windows included! Surely it doesn't make sense to clean over sixty windows only two weeks before they're going to be knocked out?! Oddly enough, though, they never seemed to make it to my room - maybe the prospect of cleaning off the remnants of a snow sprayed "Vote Sarah [1]" wasn't inviting enough…
  AND finally… big jenga has at last made its reappearance in Chancellor'- for those of you who haven't seen it, it's just like normal jenga, except the blocks are about the size of bricks. On Wednesday one of my friends had a near escape when the tower toppled over onto his head the day before an exam (I wonder if jenga-induced injuries are covered by Channies' insurance?). However, today we managed to build it up to a massive 44 storeys high - that's well over six foot. By the end of it, I was proving by ickleness by having to stand on a chair in order to reach the top!
  THIS is Ickle Sarah, reporting from Battersea Court Rawson, for the final time ever. The end.