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At the moment I can’t seem to go ten minutes without my eyes glazing over & my mind drifting into this melancholy ‘it’s my last term as an undergrad’ daydream. It’s so sad that my three years at uni have come to an end. I will surely miss the life of an English student; The 6hours per week max. of lectures and seminars, the piles and piles of books to relish and analyse and criticise, the long mornings, the cups of tea on Avenue campus. Sure, I’ve cleverly devised a way to stay here in the education system for another year, but it just won’t be the same. Boo.

As it stands, my dissertation seems to be more scared of the fact I have to get a 2:1 than I am. It just refuses to be written! On the plus side my internet is broken, so I can’t get too distracted by facebook/myspace/youtube/homestarrunner/imdb/craft websites. May 14^th is crunch time. The dissertation is handed in and done forever. That is more than a little petrifying!

I really wish I’d blogged a lot more recently, because so much has been happening. I suffer from this inability to just write something when I think of it. Something inside me makes me feel like I have to get it just right. Oh dear, the literary perfectionist needs squashing! Anyway, as a result I’ve missed the opportunity to talk about my amazing week’s work in Beechwood Primary school and all the lovely kids I worked with, like funny little Polish Piter who said random nonsensical things like, ‘Miss Weeeeliss, one again I need eraser! I’m cheating I’m cheating. I no understand!” our encounter with a Landrover driving angel, and other random musings of my slightly tangential mind. Those things just can’t be written after the event. It just wouldn’t be the same. I wish I’d shared my absolute ecstatic joy on being accepted onto the Primary PGCE course for next year, and my equally delirious happiness at watching three really (and unexpectedly) good movies on the trot. (FYI these were Flushed Away, Night at the Museum and The Prestige – check ‘em out!) But, for some reason, I just didn’t.

So, for my final term I resolve to be less uppity and just write what happens. Yeah, I’m’a cut loose! I love writing so I don’t see why I make such a big deal out of it! I don’t want to miss anything out. I’m not anticipating an amazingly exciting and action packed few months, but it should be good fun all the same.