- Pandora's Box? No, Stephanie's notes -

So it was that I found myself once again deprived of the internet - not entirely a bad thing, I must qualify, seeing how much work I managed to get done. A cursory glance at my foodpile brought to my attention that the huge stack of notes I'd inherited from Steph The Brain was lying fallow. For years it had loomed like a towering mausoleum, dark and imposing, keeping watch over all whose lackadaisical attempts at studying ought be punished. Yet how this Mighty had fallen, its previously inflated importance now playing second fiddle to Hobnobs (delectable), Country Cheese (unopened) and Almond Cookies (bin-bound).

It came naturally to me that I should relieve it of its ignominy and seek redress for the grave injustice it had suffered. It seemed that the time had finally come to reorganise her notes -- and not a moment too soon, for what greeted me when I lifted the Golden (black, incidentally) File and peered in was nothing short of a stone-cold stunner. The amount of work completed by this person within a year is simply astonishing.

And here's the wake-up call: if year-end results are always commensurate with the amount of effort put into swotting, then it's likely that 3rds await me. For Steph got only two 1sts last year.
The panicking has begun, officially.