The beginning of the end.
I still enjoy making these old-school style blog posts every now and then; I find that it helps me to focus and really think about how ideas and sentences come together. Social networks favour the one-sentence snappy updates and the endless linking of webpages, which is much less demanding of one's time, but structuring all the thoughts in your head and articulating them is a valuable skill which deserves to be honed.
It does seem that I like to blog about blogging, but I want to remember why I do it, and tell myself that each time. I also want to landmark certain significant events in my life, and a FB post just isn't adequate. It makes blogs just that more special, I think.
This time, it's the end of my undergraduate life. Exams start tomorrow for the last time and I don't think I prepared enough, but what the heck, it doesn't matter anymore. I'll still graduate with my 2nd uppers. I don't think it's possible to mangle arts papers that badly and my term papers and class presentations pretty much guarantee that my overall grade will be what, B+? Short of handing in a blank exam, things can't go wrong. I hope.
But it is my last hurrah, and I'd like to go out happy. Sure, FYP didn't go out with a bang--it was hard to believe that it was over, and the whole process was just so dragged out that the end became rather intangible. These three modules, though, have taught me so much (useless) stuff, and I felt good going to class, doing readings, writing papers, getting back good grades. It's what I thought university life should be like, and I'm glad it ends this way, rather than struggling to complete stupid core modules that help me get employed but fill me with so much rage. I like this feeling of being impractical and carefree.
I guess I'll spend this next week enjoying studying and avoiding thinking about the reality of finding a job.
It does seem that I like to blog about blogging, but I want to remember why I do it, and tell myself that each time. I also want to landmark certain significant events in my life, and a FB post just isn't adequate. It makes blogs just that more special, I think.
This time, it's the end of my undergraduate life. Exams start tomorrow for the last time and I don't think I prepared enough, but what the heck, it doesn't matter anymore. I'll still graduate with my 2nd uppers. I don't think it's possible to mangle arts papers that badly and my term papers and class presentations pretty much guarantee that my overall grade will be what, B+? Short of handing in a blank exam, things can't go wrong. I hope.
But it is my last hurrah, and I'd like to go out happy. Sure, FYP didn't go out with a bang--it was hard to believe that it was over, and the whole process was just so dragged out that the end became rather intangible. These three modules, though, have taught me so much (useless) stuff, and I felt good going to class, doing readings, writing papers, getting back good grades. It's what I thought university life should be like, and I'm glad it ends this way, rather than struggling to complete stupid core modules that help me get employed but fill me with so much rage. I like this feeling of being impractical and carefree.
I guess I'll spend this next week enjoying studying and avoiding thinking about the reality of finding a job.