*flops down and sighs*
I swear, if I could go back in time and put the same amount of effort into my undergrad as I have in this MSc then I would have recieved a first.
I got my uni work handed in. Now I just have the presentation in a couple of weeks and then it’s either pass or fail time. Soon I could have MA (HONS) MSc after my name. Or I could just have MA (HONS) PgDip.
With the amount of effort that I have put into it, I really hope I pass, at least. I know I could have put in even more effort if I were a different type of person, but I’m not. One guy on my course is, frankly, a cylon. The guy was made for work. I just cannot sustain that type of mental ability for long periods of time.
Either way, I’ve kinda recently decided that life is too short to be worrying about this kinda stuff (although, if you’d asked me last night when I remembered that I’d not done something I would have probably said something entirely different). I found out today that a girl from my class in primary school died last week. What a shame - she was such a sweet girl, born with a hole in her heart. Too many people I know are dying these days. OK, so two is not a huge number, but it’s two too many.
With that in mind, I’m going to spend at least a week just enjoying myself. I’ve not so much as been to the cinema since well before Christmas, I don’t think (discounting the godawful film my mum insisted we go to see for Mother’s Day).
