BUT IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN;
I've migrated to the library. I have my laptop, iPad, twenty-six academic articles, green winter hat, my blackberry, and an entire litre of coca-cola. One thing I've learnt over the past few years is that just settling myself into a place where people do university work quite diligently doesn't mean that I will be productive. Hipsters sit in creased red trousers and big round glasses with books, so many books. History, biology, psychology. My hair is wet and my jeans have a stain on them. Blonde girls glance my way and then turn back to their circles of academia in disdain. This is not my place, but I must comply to culminate the four years and over a hundred thousand pounds spent for a bit of paper with an as-yet unknown distinction on it.
If a picture is worth 1,000 words, can I just turn in 12 pictures and call it even with my undergraduate dissertation? Here is a dissertation's worth of what's on my mind for you all to contend with.
And that's how I feel today.
This post took an hour to write.
I should have spent that hour researching.
If a picture is worth 1,000 words, can I just turn in 12 pictures and call it even with my undergraduate dissertation? Here is a dissertation's worth of what's on my mind for you all to contend with.
And that's how I feel today.
This post took an hour to write.
I should have spent that hour researching.