It's been a long week. I left home thinking that by this time I would be feeling better. That handed in I would feel a great weight had been lifted and the stress would be gone, but sadly it was never to be. You see, I had forgotten a few important facts.
At some point in the next month I am going to be called back to Scotland for a VIVA. For those of you who don't know, a viva is a meeting with a professor you have never met, who has been given your report to read. In a meeting that will last at least an hour this stranger will attempt to tear holes in everything you have done for the past 18 months. They will find every flaw and they will demand logical and scientific explanations for everything you have done, not to mention indepth knowledge of every material used and every technique mentioned.
The last viva I sat did not go well. This one will require just as much work to prepare for as the actual writing took. So there goes feburary.
Should the viva go well, the most likely outcome is I will be asked to do minor corrections (typos and the like) and told to hand in the final thesis one month later, resulting in yet another trip to Scotland. So there goes March. And in April I have to move back in with my parents, kissing goodbye to the space I need to clear my head and figure out exactly what it is i want to do with my life (other than just be left alone). And here was I hoping it would all be wrapped up in 2011.
So if I'm mean to you in the next couple of months; if I snap, bitch, moan, shout, cry or even just ignore you, then I apologise now. Please just give me the benefit of the doubt. I promise when I'm not having a major life crisis I'm a nice person. Honest. And I will get heck there. I hope.
P.S. the next person the ask me what I'm going to do next is going the get their head ripped off so I can use it as an ornate drinking vessel. Fair warning.
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