I’m using all my willpower to get through this, to get to the end.
I don’t want to think about what will happen if I don’t make it in time. It’s not an option.
I know all my friends are away from here, fighting their own battles. This is something I have to do by myself.
But saying that, the one person that’s keeping me going is - through the marvel that is modern technology - by my side. Even though he’s not, really.
I just want to get to the end.
And yet I suspect that when I get to the end of this, I’m not going to be finished. There’s still so much left to do.
Including one thing that has been on my mind for a long time, and is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. One final punishment I have to endure.
microwave corridor is the perfect metaphor for university life
…. I was talking about my report, my friends’ exams, my boyfriend, and *gasp* my final year dissertation.
Why do you all look so sad?
…What did you think I was on about?