MA Part II: Return of The Wolf

Back to school again tomorrow, not sure how I feel... On the one hand, hello freedom and independence (albeit briefly) from the ever-loving, ever-nagging parents.  On the other hand, oh bloody hell do I really have to go through all that again? 

Term 1 was, quite simply, Hell.  I hated it, and it hated me.  So much so, that when I saw my dear friend and PA, Gloria, last week, she said how 'rested' I looked, which was nice, till I realised this probably meant I looked totally shocking by the end of last term.  To be fair, I felt totally shocking. 

Ho hum, they all tell me this term's gonna feel easier, what with there only being one and a half modules compared to Term One's two and a half .  It can't posibly feel any worse, can it??  As my mother always says: 'we'll see', which generally means no, so going by that logic, maybe Term Two won't be such a breeze.  Still, I signed up for it, and there are now only 11 weeks between me and what will be my last ever seminar - I'm soooo Not doing a PhD.  I came to that scary realisation last night; I mean I'll still have the small matter of a 20,000 word dissertation to deal with, but once (if) I've got that done (September 12th), then what the hell do I do?  Get a job I suppose, Oh My God.

BW xxx

PS, woke up with John Murphy's In a Hearbeat - from the 28 Days Later (Boyle, 2002) soundtrack - in my head today.  Considering I've not seen the film for a fair while, and am thinking a lot about Uni, it doesn't bode well that my subconscious has chosen a piece of music that signifies the Apocalypse.  Either that, or the End really is nigh...