The fact that I am finally finished with my masters hasn’t
sunk in yet. I handed in the final assignment yesterday, after I had a surprise
lunch with Miss A, (always a pleasure even if I did leave her drooling over
cake memories). I’m not sure what I was expecting as I put the assignment in
the box. It’s not like a fanfare is usually played, but it was all a bit
anticlimactic.
I came home, read two more books, and went about my business.
Even after getting up this morning it still doesn’t feel like it’s over. If
doesn’t even feel like I’m on holiday or something. It’s all rather strange. Perhaps
after three years of studying it’s going to take a little while for my body/brain to
adjust.
Miss R wants to celebrate me finishing with a lunch or
dinner with everyone, since I refuse to go to graduation. I refuse to sit there
for 2 or more hours bored out of my skull so they can get my name wrong and
hand me my piece of paper that says I’m a Master. They can post it to me. I’d
much rather eat with my friends.
Now that I am free we can start planning the zombicide
event. Not exactly sure where we are going to have it or when. I am going to
spend the morning unpacking the box while the washing machine serenades me. Uni
may be over but chores are forever.
