I previously mentioned, way back in 2011, that I'd decided to pursue a Master's Degree. I also mentioned that if all went well, I would have been done in two years or so. Yeaaah, best laid plans and all that. Life happened, in a big way. I've been so busy with family and work and other challenges, that I had to defer and delay a few modules along the way.
I've complained about how very knackered I was, especially during Red Bull Week.
I lamented that I was soclose to giving up on my thesis. Yes, I honestly very nearly did throw in the towel. It didn't help that I was suffering through a little fight with my black dog for a while.
But I screwed my courage to the sticking place, and I did not fail.
I started researching and writing my dissertation in September 2015.
I submitted it in January 2016.
Clearly, I am the Queen of Siberia.
Or perhaps not. For instead of six months, I did it in four. Go me!
On my birthday, I went home after a brilliant night out, to find that a simply marvellous birthday present had arrived in the mail.
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Thass right. I now has a piece of paper that tells me that I be smart.
Or at least that I know how to read and write.
One would think that being able to churn out 50k words would mean that I could possibly churn out the same number of words for a fiction novel.
It's now November. Clearly, I'm still not doing Nanowrimo. But hey, so far so good with Wriso.
Perhaps next year, I shall do Nano. (Which is what I've been saying every year for the past decade, at least. Procrastinators of the world unite...tomorrow!)
But yeah. Rambling aside, I did it. I wrote a dissertation. I passed said dissertation. I have a really expensive piece of paper to show for it.
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Ok, as dismissive and self-deprecating as I seem, I'm actually really proud of myself. Faced with several challenges and constraints, I stuck to it, and I did it.
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