Wednesday, 23 May 2012

Diary of an Honours Student: Week Fourteen

First things first.  I have decided that when I grow up, I would like to be Bernard Black.

There are a few problems with this, besides the fact that the print industry appears to be well and truly struggling and a bookshop run by a drunk miser probably would never turn a profit.  I don't like wine much, and I don't smoke.

But I think otherwise, it could work.

What do you think?


Yep.  It's going to be great.

But I digress.

This week, for those of you who go to university in W.A. is the last week of semester.  And as my tutor so charmingly pointed out to me this morning, I have probably completed the last class I will ever have to do.  Whoa.  I wish he'd told me earlier, I might have made a cake.  I have approximately 2000 words left to write about The Shark Net as memoir, and then it's last train to Thesis Town, baby.  And you're all coming with me.

Other things that happened this week.


* Applied for (and was rejected for) a DREAM JOB in the writing industry.

* Finished reading Cassie Clare's City of Lost Souls (Because nothing says serious student like staying up all night reading urban fantasy.)

* Went for a massive run with a great friend of mine

Nothing out of the ordinary really.  And not surprisingly, I haven't really learnt any deeply hidden truths about myself.  It's been kind of a head down, bum up week. Next week, I plan to work a lot and save money, sleep late and see some friends.  And read.  Oh gosh, will I read.

I have a pile of books that is taller than me waiting to be read.  No joke.  (Bit of hyperbole though, because the books are actually arranged in a shelf-like manner across the tops of both my book cases and I have never thought to stack them alongside myself... but I might now I have thought of it.)

Being at the end of your first semester of Honours is kind of like one big Friday night.  

Work is over for the week, and all you can think about is freedom, and the things you will do, the places you'll go.

It's great, so long as you don't think about the thesis you have to hand in come November.  And the big wide world of grown up jobs waiting after that.

So.... Bernard Black.

Plus... I have a new motto.  I am going to live my life like this cat.  Never write something off until you try it.  And always, always be fabulous.


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