March 7th, 2017

"Everybody's Someone Else's Freak, Every Cure Is Someone Else's Disease"

With 24 hours notice, supposedly rescheduled from the week before, I travelling up to Plymouth on My. Study. Week. Off. A crucial day away from the desk. For. A. One. Hour. Lecture. I could skip it, but it has the crucial word 'dissertation' its title. It was not even on the timetable until yesterday lunchtime and we all had a hasty email.

It does not help when I am experiencing unprecedented levels of exhaustion at the moment. I swear to God, this had better be important. I have lost part of tomorrow morning and some of the mid afternoon because of something I can't get out of, or send someone in my place. I will have to bolt the door and take the phones out, because I will go totally 'bursar'*.

This is why I won't do an MA at Plymouth, because I live too far away and if you aren't near enough to have what you need to hand, then it's like going on safari - then you are fully expected to do a days work after that. There are too many knock on events with travel and hastily rearranged timetables. It's the inconsistencies that annoy me - and there are plenty of these. We are meant to fold ourselves round Plymouth and yet they are notoriously clippy if you are unable to attend etc. That's universities for you.

Now hollow-eyed and somewhere between Lostwithiel and Bodmin, watching wet sheep gambol in boggy fields.

*Discworld reference

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Well, the scheduled lecture wasn't worth the effort - I travelled there, only to find that it was about CVs etc and transferable skills from the major dissertation (which is what we covered in the portfolio before Xmas - so, why repeat this?).  I did manage to talk to the lecturer post lecture and asked her some pertinent questions about graduate placement and she is emailing me more of the info on graduate placements within Cornwall.  Apparently, I am kept on their books for 3 years, which is useful to know.

Plus, my dissertation snippet email was unaswered and he had had it for a week now.  I emailed him whilst I was on the train and as luck would have it, bumped into him - purely by chance.  It occured to me that I hadn't seen him ever on the same level height-wise - I am either following him downstairs or at his desk.  I am above average height for a woman and I towered over him. Poor chap. He was full of apologies - it was buried deep in the inbox and apparently he emailed me straight back with recommendations etc.  Very encouraged by his remarks.  So, not so much of an abortive day, but am away from the desk tomorrrow on engagements that I cannot get out of and I really need to sort out the satire essay.