The first week with no teaching!

So, good points to this week.

1- I finished my Shakespeare essay early! Although it was slightly over the word count, but I have managed to cut it down to be under the upper word count limit.
2- Cinema to see Nativity! 2 With Jasia and Chrissie.
3- I handed my essay in a whole day early- never done that before, and probably never will again!
4- Late night trip to Grimbsy and back to see the shooting stars that occurred on Thursday.
5- Officially taken the first steps needed to get over this phobia of presentations! Working on it with my study coach in the new year.
6- Applied to do a MA in Lincoln next year.

Bad points to this week;
1- Between Sunday and finally collapsing with exhaustion on Wednesday I had a delightful 8 hours sleep. This sleep pattern of over and under sleeping continued for the rest of the week.
2- I have realised just exactly how far behind with my dissertation I actually am and have been in 'blind panic' mode for the past week or so.
3- I had to ask for an extension on my SF and Georgian. It isn't for lack of trying, its the lack of concentration and sleep that are really starting to get to me.
4- I broke (read bit) all my nails so they are really short again!
5- I am really failing at keeping up to date with posting in here weekly, this blog is over a week late, it should have been posted on the 16th, instead, HAPPY CHRISTMAS. Therefore. One of my new years resolutions is to try and get back on top of it. I'm going to set a specific time on a Sunday evening to sit and write it.

The lovely end to the semester!

Sitting in the floor in a seminar, around a Christmas table cloth with food and wine whilst also listening to people in the seminar room next door singing christmas carols is both really surreal and a really, really nice way to finish a semester.

Yes, I did it, got through the first semester, now to just do the actually essays!

So week 11, was a bit of an odd week, because there was very little being taught. Mainly because it was the end of the semester. And I was actually a little sad that the SF module is over. I loved every minute of that module, even when looking at the texts that I did not enjoy. Not something I say oftern.

Also, the MA talk happened on Thursday. The word presentation was repeated a lot. As was the words 'I need to get over this phobia now!' Mainly because this MA is something I really, really want to do and I am a bit sick of allowing this irrational phobia to rule my life.

And that folks, is my plan for the new year. Get over this bloody phobia.

The weekend also saw the flat having our christmas dinner, which was a nice way to spend our last afternoon as a flat and what little free time I now have until christmas day istelf. For it is the season of essays, essays and more essays!

Speaking of which... I should go do some...

Two for the price of one!

I'm doing two weeks of blogging in one, simply because I didn't have the time to do the one for the week before.

So here be week 9- The week of the trip home to York and all that jazz.

So York was fun. I did no uni work, as usual. Instead I got highly stressed driving up the A1, being surrounded by lorries. Loads of lorries. About a million or 10. One of those two figures I forget!

Returning to Lincoln I was yet again surrounded by a million or 10 lorries. I blame this on the fact I travelled too and from Lincoln in the middle of the day, which always seems like a sensible idea at the time. And never is. But then again, it is the A1 so...

I am also known as the cause of many broken washers in my family right now, well OK I'm not, but I returned to the story of my aunt, grandma and mothers broken/faulty washers. It reminded me of the time that I went from broken heating at uni to broking heating in York. Not fun.

Apart from that, week 9 was a week of reading nothing but Shakespeare and gender stuff in preparation for my presentation

And here is week 10- The week of Shakespeare, insomnia and panic attacks

Presentation did not happen. Because, well I freaked out. I got to the seminar fully intending to do this presentation, I'd prepared it to the best that I could (although I did finish at 4am.) I even went to the seminar intending to do it, but my brain just let the fear kick in which meant that it just did not happen. I panicked a lot, and spent the entire seminar outside controlling a panic attack. First one I have had like that for ages.

And this loss of confidence, pretty much set the tone of the rest of the week. Spent most of the night being unable to sleep and listening to my brain telling me that I was a bit of a failure with university work, that I was going to fail and I might as well quit while I was ahead.

This ladies and gentlemen, is what my brain likes to do a lot, it hates me! That and exhaustion. I think I averaged about 4 hours sleep a night this week, if I was lucky.

However, as I do try to not be so down all the time, so here are some positives;

On Monday and Tuesday Vicky and myself went to see some Shakespeare plays that some drama students at our uni put on. We saw Troilus and Cressida, which is AMAZING! I understood a lot of the references that had been made in it. And then we saw A Midsummer Nights Dream, which was also good. Glad I went.

I also further developed some essay ideas that had been hiding away in the back of my head for SF and Georgian.

Also, I ended up back in York Saturday/Sunday to pick up some stuff I needed for an essay, and nearly blinded myself in the process of driving down the A57!

So, yeah that is all I remember from these two weeks, I need to get back into the habit of writing these on Sundays again!