5 more weeks.
In the near future, I will probably look back and miss the freedom that comes with being a Uni student, but for now I will put that aside, because I feel so done with uni especially with workload that I have gotten over these past few semesters.
My heart stops moments before the tutor hands back the essays. My heart races as I chase time to hand in my paper. Crying in the middle of the night - doubting my work. Having to read through over 10-15 books before starting a stupid essay. Over 200 pages of readings to do in a week. Try having that same feeling over and over again at least once every other week. It is mind numbing. You know whoever said, Arts is easy must be fucking lying. Now I have 2 papers, one of which requires me to read a book, I have 100 150 pages to go. And in two weeks, I gotta start preparing for 2 essays - 3000 words respectively , weighing 60% of my grade. And all this for what, a piece of paper.
Damn it, I deserve a holiday.