Diary of an MW student – part 6

After the Transformer (for my nephew), necklace (for my girlfriend), and wine (for almost everyone else), there was one last thing I needed to wrap and dispatch this Christmas: an MW practice essay, which I festively emailed to my mentor Julia H on Christmas Eve. This was my first bash at what will eventually decide my fate when I take the final exams, after another 17 months of study. I spent a good while on it, but at my current freshman stage of the course, wasn’t necessarily expecting it to pass.

Which was a good job, because the essay turned...