We are. There are only 75 days left until my thesis and those of my friends must be handed in. (And on that topic, I would love to put a little countdown meme on the dashboard of this blog, showing how many days left... could anyone recommend a good one? Would anyone be interested in that?)
Time seems to be going very fast.
This week was a tough one. As some of you may know, I am newly single and trying to keep busy busy busy. That's easier said than done! (But that shouldn't be the case as I have 12000 words due soon... what have I been doing?!) I do want to thank all my beautiful, wonderful and patient friends for putting up with (as one friend called me) Bitter Aunty Em. In my defence, there had been alcohol involved and I was tres tired.
I have been doing a seminar through the University's Teaching and Learning Centre which is called Honours Paragraphs on Paper. Basically the whole point of the four week course is to outline approaches to different parts of a thesis, such as the Lit Review, which was last week's topic, and then we have two blocks of time set aside in which we write like mad things to get some (you guessed it) paragraphs on paper. The class is made up of students from multiple disciplines, so it's not as hand-holdy as you might think. I do this class every Monday afternoon for a month; there are two more sessions left. Will it help in the long run? Who knows? But my word count has certainly grown.
Also on Monday, but this time in the morning, I revisited my proper undergrad days by sitting in on a lecture with a friend. (Don't worry, I asked the teacher if it was okay. I'm not even badass enough to crash a lecture without permission.) I didn't actually go to do the lecture though, I just wanted the company. Instead, I used the time to handwrite some of the short story that I am supposed to be turning a full draft of in on Friday (Eek!) Something that the teacher said DID spark my attention though, so thanks Brett for a new angle on my research!
Wednesday was the worst day ever. Here's a tip for you: going through a shit time? Don't dress and act like it. Fake it til you make it, honey. Tracksuit pants and oily hair do not a happy girl make. Especially not if, after yoga, sweaty and sore, you traipse the miles and miles back to your car only to discover that your steering wheel has locked itself up and you can't make the key turn in the ignition. (Another tip: if this happens to you, try taking your car all the way out of park and back again, then jiggle the wheel a bit, THEN try the key. Thanks Dad.) That afternoon was pretty much a write off, but as it was Julia Child's 100th birthday, I watched Julie and Julia until I felt better, then studied to my little heart's content.
It was my last week of work at one of my jobs this week too; if it seems like I didn't do much work, it's because I was there a lot. But now, Honours is my full time job! Aside from blogging, of course. I did manage to write about 600 words on the theory part of the thesis this Saturday, and I am confident about the progress I will make in the next few weeks.
Wish me luck, tadpoles!
This week I have been loving:
* Game of Thrones
* Audrey Hepburn
* Owl Eyes
* This Maroon 5 song:
Also, don't forget to check out the COMET parody issue, over at the webpage right now! Featuring my story Surivor: Honours Island!