This is almost entirely autobiographical
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nnyThe thing about Medieval Studies, Merlin had found, was that it was pretty hard to be tangible with your successes. Start talking about it, and everyone around you went a bit blank above the smile, and it was always a little difficult to frame it in a way that didn't make you sound like a wanker for taking it in the first place.
To be honest, the biggest success in Merlin's uni career to date - the way he counted it - was that time he'd managed to survive almost entirely on toast and tea for a month. He'd cracked a couple of times; did the washing up for the guys downstairs in exchange for a couple of slices of pizza and some manky Tesco Value beans, and there was that time he wrote a Psychology essay and got a couple of stir fries and the better part of a six pack of Carling. (He didn't tell the bloke that he'd never studied Psychology, and he ended up getting a 2:1 on it anyway, which'd pretty much confirmed Merlin's suspicions about the subject, actually.)
It was starting to get a bit desperate, though; the student loan covered his fees, and just about scraped the rent too, but god help him if he wanted to invest in something like text books, or trainers without holes in, or, y'know, food. He'd have asked his mum if she weren't - well, she sent him twenty quid every couple of months to put on his mobile, and even that was pushing her budget to the limits. So when he saw the poorly spelled poster on the noticeboard in the 24 hour computer room, asking for someone willing to clean up a student house for a 'resonable wage', it seemed like bloody magic.
He probably should've worried a little bit more about that.
To be honest, the biggest success in Merlin's uni career to date - the way he counted it - was that time he'd managed to survive almost entirely on toast and tea for a month. He'd cracked a couple of times; did the washing up for the guys downstairs in exchange for a couple of slices of pizza and some manky Tesco Value beans, and there was that time he wrote a Psychology essay and got a couple of stir fries and the better part of a six pack of Carling. (He didn't tell the bloke that he'd never studied Psychology, and he ended up getting a 2:1 on it anyway, which'd pretty much confirmed Merlin's suspicions about the subject, actually.)
It was starting to get a bit desperate, though; the student loan covered his fees, and just about scraped the rent too, but god help him if he wanted to invest in something like text books, or trainers without holes in, or, y'know, food. He'd have asked his mum if she weren't - well, she sent him twenty quid every couple of months to put on his mobile, and even that was pushing her budget to the limits. So when he saw the poorly spelled poster on the noticeboard in the 24 hour computer room, asking for someone willing to clean up a student house for a 'resonable wage', it seemed like bloody magic.
He probably should've worried a little bit more about that.
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