I am Optimus Prime

Dearest blog, Lets string this merry tale out, it's not as though we have anywhere to go!
" Introduced in 1747, the Mathematical Tripos eventually became the course for all serious students. Indeed, until 1850 no student could obtain an honours degree without first qualifying in the Maths Tripos, and those of a non-mathematical disposition either "ploughed it", like Macaulay, or entirely refused to graduate, like Gray."[www.phy.cam.ac.uk] The original degree and some would say the only true degree, these are the same people who cry when latin was removed from the tripos papers. It is steeped in tradition, though usually over the summer when the students are away. Rumours of the quaint and curious laws abound, suits of armour guarantee a first, that you can order a glass of port brought to your desk at finals. These are ofcourse all lies, every last one of them -shame. A few things will remain forever, Procters and 3hr long exams. Proctors are old men, they get paid to walk around in gowns and hats much to big for their heads, as though they borrowed their father's. Exams this year were stupid, a new system with altered courses; I'ld have been less nervous if I'ld known how the marking worked this year. Odd things this year were the jokes told by envigilators at the start ("'Do you have an active sex life?', 'Oh no, I just lie there'") and that one question I was working on was corrected 3 times.
One tradition I engaged in this morning (well, after I let the goat go home) was walking to the senate house for results. At 9am all the mathmos gather inside a hall and stare at a balcony until a lady and two men (all hatted) come out and one starts to read the results by grade then by name. They missed out one row of Wranglers much to the relief of the people who thought they'ld missed even a 2.1. I am a Senior Optime Division 1 (a 2.1 in new money) and my friends did as they expected, which is all jolly really. Those with hats took them off to us and proceeded chucking paper from the balcony at us...the sheer cheek of it.
I've spent three wonderful years here learning something I find eternally fascinating. I'm not sure I could've asked for better company (don't tell them that) and expect them all to join my benevolent council of world leaders come the revolution. If you EVER find yourself at a loose end go to Cambridge, its flatness is a sure sign that God abandoned it but it still remains charming and really pretty on good days. Visit the CMS - noone will stop you, go up onto the roof and have a picnic just dont make an arse of yourself, Tweedy.
Right now is a bit odd, people not graduating are going home, people who are graduating are going away for a few days and right now Im about to watch a qunatum computing lecture I just downloaded. Its odd, I want nothing more than to know just a bit more about very viscous flows or how strange quantum field theories are but I hate the tripos. Why yes...it is just sinking in, shit.