If you couldn't guess by the quietness of my blog, what is happening is, quite simply, a lot.
Lately my inspiration has dwindled and unfortunately that also means so have my readers, and I do apologise sincerely for taking such long breaks away from my once active and adored blog. I have succumbed to the madness of third year, and let all aspects of it control my life, leaving a few hours a week to indulge in catch TV, visiting the gym or a night out to relieve myself of the stress of it all. I've taken a step away from my Netflix binges and one towards a more successful year, leaving behind the comforts Gossip Girl once brought me in the face of deadlines. However, the deadline that is terrifying me the most is still under 6 months away.
Wait, what do I mean by still? In truth this is not a lot of time whatsoever to comprehend the challenge presented by the dreaded D word. No not that your filthy lot.
DISSERTATION.
Funnily enough my chosen dissertation topic is trauma. And despite the fact I've read some pretty traumatic happenings in the novels I've chosen to study, I can't deny that I'm truly the one experiencing the trauma. Faced with quotes, folders, notes and research up to my eyeballs all I need is a big cake on a daily basis to get me through, washed down with my housemates strong coffee and possibly a little cry.
Alongside my dissertation, this year is the return of the discovery that really trying to participate means a lot more work than I ever realised. I experienced this last year when I skipped happily through first year with minimal effort yet successful grades, and I came out of it averagely, realising that to get something out of university I really had to put a lot more in. Last year was still a breeze in comparison and I managed to keep my attendance and participation above satisfactory. This year I decided to aim for 100% participation all round, however unfortunate bouts of being under the whether has taken one of my modules down to 80%, whilst my other two remain full. This hard work means that alongside non-stop dissertation research and reading, my brain never really stops working.
When trying to sleep I find that I'm no longer thinking about the wonders of the world and the meaning of life, and instead find myself studying my dissertation topic. This does of course allow for some truly brilliant ideas and has led me to invent not only my title, but also possible chapters for my dissertation. However, some days I would quite like to just drop off to sleep.
It's now coming up to week 7, and I can't really believe that all that time has already passed us by. Halloween and Bonfire night are over, Freshers' week is so far in the distance I can barely remember what it feels like to be free of work, and now Christmas adverts and products are lining the shelves. I've got 4 deadlines in the next few weeks as well as the celebration of our first year anniversary for myself and my boyfriend, so this month presents a mixture of happiness and stress.
Whilst I'm finding third year a hard thing to juggle, I'm coping and trying my best to enjoy what's left of my time here at Keele. My house is constantly a mess, and the wallpaper that lines my room is in fact deadline dates and dissertation mind maps. But it's no matter, because this is third year, my third and final year at Keele, and it wouldn't seem right if I weren't stressed out about leaving such a wonderful place.
It's now coming up to week 7, and I can't really believe that all that time has already passed us by. Halloween and Bonfire night are over, Freshers' week is so far in the distance I can barely remember what it feels like to be free of work, and now Christmas adverts and products are lining the shelves. I've got 4 deadlines in the next few weeks as well as the celebration of our first year anniversary for myself and my boyfriend, so this month presents a mixture of happiness and stress.
Whilst I'm finding third year a hard thing to juggle, I'm coping and trying my best to enjoy what's left of my time here at Keele. My house is constantly a mess, and the wallpaper that lines my room is in fact deadline dates and dissertation mind maps. But it's no matter, because this is third year, my third and final year at Keele, and it wouldn't seem right if I weren't stressed out about leaving such a wonderful place.
MissIsGoode
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