Life, college, and the end of a postgraduate diploma

[annwfyn]

One of the oddest things about postgraduate, and indeed undergraduate education is the way it ends. Not so much with a bang, but with a whimper. There's all this stress, all this panic, all this build up to the End Of The Year. You work, and you work, and then whether that work is wasted or not comes down to your final assessment - exam, or coursework, or (in my case) the external examiner looking through my portfolio and final project report.

It's a big deal.

I know it's a big deal.

So why does handing that last piece of work in always feel so...anticlimactic.

I just handed in my museology journal, which is the last piece of work that the external examiners need to see. I handed in my final project report yesterday. My portfolio and final project has been in the hands of the head of course for some time. I'm done. I'm finished (well - sort of. There's another year of this if I don't screw up this assessment horribly), and I've been hyped up about this for weeks and now it's done I feel...

...I don't know...

...remarkably little. Tired, I guess. Distracted by other things. Almost indifferent, which is strange because on Saturday I was close to having panic attacks about this.

Now...nothing.

I'm home. I'm tired. I was meant to call adze if I finished work in time to go and hang out with him, but right now I suspect I'd be odd company, and I don't feel as if I can cope with many more people after the marathon of sociability I've had over the last week. I don't know how the final assessments will go. I don't think I care right now.

I think I just want to go and get in a bath, and wait and see what tomorrow turns into.

Coz then my life begins again...