For all you shatter is our seeming, And in breaking we are free

Okay, I slept for eighteen hours last night, I am slightly recovered now, so I can post this. *grins*

I graduated yesterday. I now officially have an undergraduate degree, Bachelor of Arts in archaeology and geography. *grins* Got the piece of parchment and everything. Hee!

And it was a good day, too. A nice ceremony (though I was apparently the ONLY female there in trousers and flats - I missed the memo on dressing up, it seems), two pretty decent speeches by the University President and a guest speaker. But more to the point, I got to meet back up with a lot of the people who helped me. My mentor and friend. My counsellor at the DSS office. The tutor who helped me through those last couple of months when I had what felt like a dozen essays to get in at once. *grins* It was so nice to say hello to them all again. And I got a startlingly large amount of hugs. From parents, too. I'm the first in the family to graduate since Mam herself. Heh.

Plus. I got to see my city again. My college. I missed them so, these past few months. I really, really did.

Though they've gone and redone the interior of the geography department while I was gone. That did annoy me. I liked those old stairs! They were my friends! They were the best spot for a quiet sit-down before you hit the library, dammit! *grumbles to self*

Oh, I have to go back there. In, you know, a couple of decades when I've made enough money to do some courses on the side. The archaeology department introduced a course on underwater archaeology, the bloody year after I leave! I will have to go back. I miss the bloody place already ... Heh.

SECOND CLASS HONOURS, GRADE 1, BABY! I GOT THE FUCKING 2:1! BOO-YEAH!

Apologies for the capslock, but. *grins manically*

I've just handed in my last two essays. And it turns out that the date given to me by the Disability Service may, in fact, be too late, and they may not actually accept the submission of these two essays, but you know what? Sod it, piss on it, and fuck it anyway. They are done, they are in, I've just done two essays in two days, I finished my exams last week, I HAVE JUST HANDED IN MY FINAL WORK OF MY FINAL YEAR, and I am finished.

Gods and little fishes, I need to go sit down and cry somewhere for a while. I did it. Whether they accept the work or not, I did it. Three years and one fucking hell of a nervous breakdown later, I AM DONE.

*collapses in a heap*

I just sat my last exam. After three years of trying to finish this goddamn year, I've just taken my last exam. That ...

I mean, I'm not finished. I've two pieces of work to hand in for monday before I'm done, and I'll have to do them in the next two days, but ...

I'm nearly there. I'm goddamn nearly there.

... I have a stack of DVDs for this evening, I think. And I'm gonna go out and buy a pint of ice-cream in just a few minutes. I think just for tonight, I'm gonna curl up in a ball on the bed, watch something that doesn't need thinking about too much (I've The Incredible Hulk and Mission Impossible tv boxsets, or I could watch Prison Break on the laptop), eat something really, really bad for me, and just ... Just think of that. Nearly done. Last exam. Don't think about the rest of the work until tomorrow, and just ... vegetate. Heh.

And it was a nice enough exam, too. But then, I always did love Viking archaeology. *grins faintly*

Okay. Ice-cream, first. Then, relax. Heh.

*slumps in exhaustion* Essay one down, three to go. And tomorrow, essay two will happen, come hell or high water.

I am so, sooo not used to this wham-bam-thankee-ma'am pacing. *groans*

My dissertation is, finally, done. Long, long, long after it should have been, and by this stage I hate it and loathe it and want to kick it in the teeth it doesn't have, but it is done, finito, through, and I don't care now if it's the shittiest thing the department has ever seen on paper, I am finished!

*cries in relief* Oh gods, I need sleep. But it's done. I did it. It's done.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am good at exams! *grins* Boo-yeah! Lowest result 56%, highest result 74%, with a 63% average. Which is a 2:1. Go me! And that exam I thought I bottled utterly? My second highest result at 73%. Oh yeah! Bullshit readings are off the charts over here, ladies and gentlemen, but it is quality bullshit!

*bounces, jiggles around her room, grinning like a loon* Half my course out of the way, with a 63% overall mark. I am the man! *fistpumps happily*

Now I gotta go buy ice-cream. Lots and lots of ice-cream. *beams*

I hate essays. In, you know, short. I hate essays.

I think I have a couple of cuddle!fic left to write. That might take a while, as per the above. *grins sheepishly* My apologies.

For something shorter, borrowed, I think, from samjohnsson:
Ask me anything. I will answer.

So. That went ... better than expected. Not actually well, mind you, but better than expected. Thank Heavens for being a pedestrian and reasonably attentive to my surroundings, that let me bluff rather well on the urban regeneration question -_-; Also, thank the Grande Parade Library for doing a photo exhibition on the city over the past century. Wonderful source for off-the-cuff comparisons.

*grins sheepishly* To quote my father, and grandfather: If you can't dazzle them with facts, bamboozle them with bullshit. I can now proudly say I am definitely my father's daughter. Heh.

Second exam done and dusted. *collapses, sighs in relief* And this one actually went well. I am good at historical geography, good at cities, good at colonialism. Good at getting slightly oblique angles on the topic. This exam, of all my exams, is the one I'm actually likely to pass, and possibly even pass well. Heh.

Consequently, I'm a little euphoric at the moment. And tired. And possessed of a random urge to write Methos fic, for some reason. *frowns in confusion* Meh. Question not, self. At least not until you're slightly more coherant, anyway. *grins faintly*