FIN

Degree Complete! High Score!

Yes, I've finished English Language at Sussex with a 2:1 score, which is pretty good considering I, in the words of Simon Knight, "never bought a textbook" during my Uni career (not strictly true but makes me sound pretty awesome).

Apparently my dissertation was one of the two on which my tutors, Barbara and Richard, differed most in terms of marks. Most were within 3 marks, but mine and one other went out for external moderation. I was pretty pleased then, when I found out that I got 70% for the damn thing and I felt like I did the apostrophe proud. Getting 69 on the Modern English Pronunciation takeaway paper (a.k.a. the bastard paper) was also pretty satisfying, not least because I was convinced I was screwed when I picked it up (of course still found time to listen to the Indy 500 live). The rest of the breakdown is fairly irrelevant, the basic theme is that I'm pleased that it didn't all go horribly wrong.

One of the seminal moments of that particular Friday was when the hot weather, which had served those celebrating their degree scores so well, finally broke; standing in the refreshing downpour, feeling a sense of relief and achievement, and listening to trippy guitar music wafting from Sam's neighbour Alex's window was one of those great moments of cheap euphoria and it really underlined the end of the University dream.

Real life is about to hit me like a bucket of cold water. I can already feel my nuts retracting towards my body in preperation.

Currently impressed by: Pretty good results!
Currently non-plussed by: The end.
Current urge: Do it all again! (not going to happen though)