Feeling tired and achey and ill a lot makes all this finishing uni stuff very, very hard, and it's made even harder by the fact that my tutors only consolation is to say, well, if you need any extensions or deferrals, just drop us a line. I don't think they realise that I have had quite enough of all of this stuff and would like it Over and Done With (like the song by The Proclaimers) as soon as is humanly, okay Charlie-ly possible.
The most annoying part of it all is sitting back and assessing how my life is now, and realising that all along, I never needed a degree to do what I want to do with my life, or the jobs that will support me whilst I try my hardest to do what I want to do. In one way, it makes me angry, frustrated and a lot of other things at once, but then again, I made the choices I made at 18 for a reason, and I'm making the choices I'm making at 22 for different reasons, and it is a bit redundant for me to try and classify either of them as inherently wrong.
Okay, so university hasn't been the best thing in my life so far, okay, it has taken me an extra year to get through it, okay, I could have been doing the job I do now four years ago, but I wouldn't be the same person, Yours, wouldn't be the same novel, I might not have met my wonderful partner and the sky might have fallen down and painted the grass blue. I keep having to remind myself not to think about the choices I have already made, and to just make the ones in front of me, but it is very hard.
There have been so many things I have wanted to write little blog posts about, but everything university related is taking up the majority of my time and energy at this moment, but the end is now somewhere in sight. By the 22nd May, this will all be over.
I'll see you then... (never type on iPad bluetooth keyboards - typos suck!)
