Yes it’s a fact; dissertations have the same affects as taking a bullet.
The last two weeks have been an emotional, stressful, VERY unpleasant journey to fitting back into university lifestyle. It’s ironic how this time last year I was in the same position when I started my work placement.
Waking up every day at 6.00am was a shocker after the norm, of lazily lying in till lunch time; now I would give my back teeth to be in that position again. You hear it all, “you should cherish your last year, it’s the best of them all!”, “it’s so much fun especially if you’ve been on placement, you get to be a student again”.
I’m doing longer hours now than I ever was working. OK hands up I am waking up later but I blame this on simply not being able to get to sleep straight away. I lye awake stressing about an endless list, work load, not having time to take on a job let alone find one, lack of 'fundage' in my bank account, I don’t have a dissertation title, it goes on.
So to all those millions of people with a degree under their belts, my hat goes off to you, and I hope I too make it through this treacherous journey, what they call uni.
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