Mon Dieu!
I'm almost finished with my undergraduate career. In less than two weeks I will walk, and just a week beyond that I will be completely finished. It's a really strange feeling to know your last four and a half years are quickly coming to a close. I am so eager to be done and to move on to the next stage of my life.
But before that, I have to finish my thesis from hell. I've managed to compose about thirty-two pages in two weeks and plan to have my draft finished by this Friday (with serious editing on Sunday).
I also have two French exams. And, as long as I don't stop caring completely, I should do okay. Unfortunately, I am really starting to not care.
I am ready to become a normal person again.
But before that, I have to finish my thesis from hell. I've managed to compose about thirty-two pages in two weeks and plan to have my draft finished by this Friday (with serious editing on Sunday).
I also have two French exams. And, as long as I don't stop caring completely, I should do okay. Unfortunately, I am really starting to not care.
I am ready to become a normal person again.