I was up at stupid o'clock this morning and am now on the Paddington train to Plymouth. I am listening to the grittier side of Gary Numan on the ipod in a bid attempt to stay awake. I have a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach too (and I had wondered why I am well on the way to an ulcer).
It's dissertation lecturer appointment day today. I emailed all aspects of portfolio two days ago for appraisal pre marking. I know that my argument needs expanding at the expense of the quotes - God help me if it is FULL of holes. I have only got three days to turn it around. Sigh - well, might as well get it out of the way. My dissertation partner is also in a flap, because she's messed up the peer assessment forms, which means she and I will have to fill it out again. Poor kid - she's really sweet, studious and hard-working.
To think that this time last year I was devastated that I wasn't going to do an MA. My, how things change in a year,nay five years. I never would have thought that I would be so terse, so crabby and resentful. I was so enthusiastic for the first three years.
Well, here's to things getting a tad better.
Well, I didn't do too badly, just a bit of an overhaul - mostly signposting (reiterate what I am trying to say), expanding theories, while simultaneously trying to pare back in other areas. Oh and more fricken' academic sprinkles. Arrrggghh. Generally, it is heading in the right direction - the next three days are about me being glued to a seat, trying to sort it all out (about 4,000 words all told).