I can't believe I've made it, in the end.
My dissertation lies there to be printed out and shaped up in little books with a bright colour cover and my name printed on them, and to be presented in front of a dull, boring examining board where nobody is going to care about what I am saying. Anyway.
And yeh, it feels exactly as good as everyone had told me before. I cried a bit whilst I was writing the special thanks page, but I am happy. Still a bit nervous, but a bit more relieved.
And I can't wait it's next summer... I want a proper destructive summer abroad, I want to work and learn and laugh and meet new friends and meet old ones again and have fun and drink beer and dance my socks off till the wee small hours of the morning...
(Soundtrack: Start me up - The Rolling Stones)
My dissertation lies there to be printed out and shaped up in little books with a bright colour cover and my name printed on them, and to be presented in front of a dull, boring examining board where nobody is going to care about what I am saying. Anyway.
And yeh, it feels exactly as good as everyone had told me before. I cried a bit whilst I was writing the special thanks page, but I am happy. Still a bit nervous, but a bit more relieved.
And I can't wait it's next summer... I want a proper destructive summer abroad, I want to work and learn and laugh and meet new friends and meet old ones again and have fun and drink beer and dance my socks off till the wee small hours of the morning...
(Soundtrack: Start me up - The Rolling Stones)
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