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Umm, yeah. I finished my Finals. This might not sound like a big deal, but to me it kind of is given they were big, scary, quite early in the term, and in 12 hours I have submitted answers that give me 80% of my degree grade. Did I mention they were difficult?
It's over. I am shattered, physically, emotionally - yesterday lunchtime my eyes were just black, drooping, red pupils... just gone. And I struggled through to today where I gave up and drank half a bottle of Cava and only kind-of enjoyed it, and then flopped out from exhaustion. Real anti-climax. Getting drunk after finals: very passe, very dull, really, unless you want to. I kind of did, but didn't have the energy.
But I just wanted to say so, because it means a lot to me, and on June 26th I'll get given whatever degree they felt fit to give me. And I actually know that whatever the result, this has been worth it. All of it, every single minute. Hell, since January, I didn't just like my course, I loved it though that might be down to fortuitous choice of papers.
And that's why I haven't been so obvious in the world of Barbelith. Been busy, you know. Back.
I am now going to ferry armfuls of my books back from the library, mainly my comics. Did I mention that in my final paper today I did a rather good answer (I thought) on narrative and time's representation in pictures, mainly on McCloud and Watchmen? Felt chuffed I could - hope the examiners liked it. Not sure anyone's done comics for Tripos before. Anyhow. I'm out.
Life lies ahead of me. Thanks for listening to a relentlessly personal piece of guff, but I needed to tell SOMEBODY. |
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