prospective weekend again

didn't i just write about this? differences: this year i have the space to host someone, and i am, one m.c. from oxford who's asleep on the futon, this being 3 a.m. in the UK. he's good-mannered, and nice, and brought harrods fudge, which automatically scores 3 points from me in the book of "would you recommend this fellow for admission?". more points for: being british, and having a beautiful accent, and admitting to "being a little peckish".

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in preparation for hosting, i took half the afternoon off and swept and mopped and dusted and cleaned a month of grease off the stove. everything smelled like pine-sol until i foolishly decided to cook a pot of curry for dinner, after which time it did not.

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the day otherwise was not very pleasant. i saw an extremely anxious client in the morning and spent a good hour-and-a-half trudging through the ADIS. i despise structured clinical interviews, especially with people who want nothing more than to tell you that they have everything. supervision followed almost immediately, and i was the only one with anything to present, which meant that our DCT could indulge in one of her favorite activities: making me feel like an idiot. i've kind of habituated to this over the months, and all of the other students know that she's being unreasonable, but it's still kind of irksome. on the plus side, i think i'm learning more than anyone else, so whatever. also: my diagnoses are, on the whole, actually right, thus, dear DCT, please shut up about that. thank you.