I officially love being a finalist. I was having a bit of a work crisis today because I accidentally lost some of the work I'd done for a stats project due in tomorrow (first and last time that's ever happening!). So there I was, sitting in my room, trying to compute the 95% Wilcoxon confidence interval for the increase in travel times on Friday mornings relative to Monday mornings on a certain segment of a freeway in Australia in 2010 for the second time - when I heard a knock at my door. In comes a lovely first year with a doughnut especially for me. Oxford has a tradition (I'm not sure how long standing it actually is) that during finals students who aren't taking them can 'adopt' a finalist and I'm certain I've got a good adopted parent. I think I'm a little bit smitten with him now... Well, no time for that, I've got a project to finish.
PS - Just because I'm a poor finalist doesn't mean I didn't find the time to vote today. Sometimes your civil rights just have to take priority.