It’s been a long time since this post.
A lot of water has passed under the bridge; 8 subjects with around 3 assignments each, essays, creative efforts, some new friends.
Good Times.
And bloody hard work.
I have to say, given that I’m anticipating having passed all my subjects (I know, bloody girly swot) and now, having handed in my last piece of work today, it was all worth it. I’ve actually found that in looking back over my earlier thoughts about going to uni, the course met my expectations and in some cases exceeded them, and yes, while there have been moments of sheer insanity, like taking a week off to get assignments done because I’d been not paying attention to term dates and trying to write 5000 words on copyright through the worst case of flu I’ve had in ages. I’ve really enjoyed it.
To the point I found myself thinking the other day…
Now… if I was doing my Masters…
Oh Feck… pass the Tequila.

If I’ve learned anything in this studying game it’s that I have to pace myself. Which isn’t to say that I usually actually achieve a balanced pace (unfortunately), but I have to look at the obstacles to getting my assignments finished and navigate around them without tripping over the hurdles.
Sometimes that has meant sacrificing marks for the sake of getting the thing done. Which is a tough gig for a ‘study to win’ kind of girl and frankly it does make me question the value of the education I’m paying for when the marks aren’t as high as I’d like. (I know… a little AR, what can I say…)
Sometimes I have to sacrifice the good for the best. In the case of this weekend, good would be finishing the current and (OMG) FINAL assignment on time for its Friday deadline. My penultimate assessment was a major one, and being ill last week actually made some time in my schedule to make a good go of it. I’m really happy with the final result. But by Saturday, my one and only day to get to the library on behalf of the last paper I was still pretty vague. In fact I spent 2 hours at the library and didn’t come out any better off. It was a classic exercise in futility.
So when I got offered an extension today there was a big part of me that didn’t really want it. I’ve been facing the final Friday with such great hope of it all being over and of spending the weekend in my fav cafes and with my camera down at the beach.
But I have to be realistic.
Getting a halfway decent mark, and by that I mean one that’s good enough to pull me through rather than take me out to the lead is going to be dependent on 2 things. One, actually being able to get my head round what’s being asked of me and two, actually getting enough time and energy around that headspace to write passable essay.
So I’m taking the extension and this weekend will STILL be spent with my head in books, and while it’s not good.
It’s for the best.

Last week I forgot to go to my lecture until 9.20am when Kafx pointed out that I shouldn’t be working, but actually be in class.
Thursday I forgot to go to my tutorial until 4 hours after it was over, and this after ringing the tutor the day before to confirm time and place of said tut.
All term I’d not checked when end of term was, which heralds hand in date was for assessments for distance paper so carelessly neglected, until it came up in conversation today with my passenger on the way home from college.
Guess when the last day of term is?
Friday.
Shit.
Guess what I did tonight? I drove off to Koorong to get the textbook I have to critically review. It cost me $49.95 and I’ll be using it for all of 48 hours… small price to pay for not having to pay a late submission fee… Can I just say, thanks to Koorong for having such ridiculous opening hours? From Monday to Friday they’re open till 9pm. Because, you know, Christians could have a theology crisis at any minute and may need to pop on down to get the latest Bible translation or preachng/praise/worship cd…
Weird.
I’m not complaining of course, saved my [ahem] backside today, it did…
So right now, what am I doing?
Blogging… because this book I have to critically review is only 624 pages and as such I will be able to do it with my eyes closed.
Speaking of which, pull up a chair and pass the speed.
I’m going to be here all night.