And so I'm back...from outer space...

[annwfyn]

Exam over.

Oxford don't allow you to take water into an exam, apparently. You get your writing implements, university card and the hat.

University is now finished until October.

2/3 of my Masters is done.

It's odd. I don't feel as jubilant or as bouncy as I thought I would. I'm just feeling tired, and weirdly tearful. A bit of me wants to say 'is that it? All that work, all that effort, and what does it come down to? Me sitting in a room for three hours in a stupid robe thinking about how much my hand hurts and how sore my throat it.'

I think it's come down from having been wound up for so long. Now I just feel tired and a bit icky. I've got a week to go before I leave for Australia, and gods, I'm looking forward to that. I want to get away from all of this. I want to clear my head out and work out what's worth worrying about and what's just so much crap.

Exam over.

I said that already, didn't I?

I think now would be a good time for me to go home...