I haven’t posted anything for a while partly because I was busy having adventures in England and partly because I was too sick to move. I had a lot of fun in England (and I’ll write a more detailed post about it soon) but I ended up coming home early. I caught what I thought was a flu and after two weeks of being mostly bedridden in a hotel room in London I decided to leave early and bedridden at home for free. It was a good decision. It turns out I had a bit of pneumonia and I was sick for 5 weeks (including the 2 weeks I was sick in London). I’ve been home for 4 weeks now and I’m still not feeling 100% but I’m much better, which is lucky because uni starts on Monday.
I hope everyone is having a lovely end-of-the-year.
I’m having the best.
First I recieved an amazing box of gifts from my amazing twinadillo Kya in the mail. I haven’t done them much justice with these photos but they were the most amazingly thoughtful and fun gifts ever.
I also sent her a box of gifts and she took the most amazing photos and wrote a whole blog post about it.
My family has a tradition of cooking and eating too much seafood on xmas eve. This year was much more restrained than usual. We had oysters, grilled prawns with a burnt butter sauce, and a salad with poached salmon.
For dessert we had Shiraz jelly with raspberries and red currents and a cherry and chocolate roulade.
Xmas day we had mango lassies, admire the beautiful wrapping my sister has done, took some photos, open presents and have a fairly traditional lunch.
Afterwards we have a gluten free pudding from the Newcastle Pudding Lady with some of their brandy custard sauce and cream. Later my husband and I went to visit his parents. This year we watched Captain America and ate home made chocolates.
Then, because that clearly wasn’t enough excitement for one day, when we got back my sister and I ended the day with a walk up a hill in a nature reserve.
We saw a rainbow on the way
so we walked up to it.
The clouds were amazing.
By the time we got down it was sunset
and look, LOOK!!!
Jack Skellington cloud on xmas. Pretty perfect!
Not the best quality photos in the world, they were all taken with my phone, but you get the idea. There are more photos on my Flickr of the scenery and some kangaroos if you’re interested.
So this happened:
It happened a while ago, and I accepted the offer, but it was a conditional offer so didn’t really feel like it was official until the conditions had been met. The conditions were that I finished my degree and maintained an average grade of at least 65%. Yesterday my grades from my final semester were released and my average grade is well above 65% so now it’s officially official. I’m going to be a postgraduate student studying a Master of Business on campus at a university much closer to home. It’s going to be very different to my undergraduate degree. Here’s a quick list of some of the differences.
Undergraduate degree vs. Postgraduate degree
Undergrad – an arts/humanities degree
Postgrad – a business/commerce degree
Undergrad – online/distance education
Postgrad – on campus
Undergrad – uni campus is in a different state 3725 km (2314 miles) away
Postgrad – uni campus is in the same state less than 10 km (6.2 miles) away
Undergrad - a 38 hour drive to get to (if you drove non-stop)
Postgrad - a 10-15 minute drive to get to (or a 1.5 hour walk)
Undergrad – can watch lectures and participate in discussion groups at any time of the day or night
Postgrad – probably have on campus contact hours and will have to adhere to less flexible schedule
Undergrad – pants optional
Postgrad – pants required
The course starts 2 days after I get home from my Scampi Adventure. Eep!
It has taken me longer to recover from studying than I had anticipated. I’m still not quite there yet. After having spent the majority of the last 3 years studying at home I have forgotten how to function. Without the routine of study plans and deadlines I’m lost.
I need a to-do list or a daily schedule to follow, but every time I write a to-do list I do all the things and then I’m left with nothing to do and writing a daily schedule seems slightly pointless because it would only be for the next 3 weeks and then I’m off on my Scampi Adventure (which has nothing to do with actual scampi, it’s just the name that has been given to my holiday). I guess this is not exactly a bad thing. My to-done list is pretty epic. In the last week I’ve caught up on most of the general life/admin tasks that fell through the cracks while I was studying AND I’ve gotten 99% organised for my Scampi Adventure.
I am officially finished my degree. Well, technically I guess I’m not a graduand until I get my final results and then not a graduate until I get my shiny shiny degree, but all the work is done. My final exam was a lot easier than I had expected. I think I did well.
I haven’t been as excited about finishing as I should have been. I was glad when the exam was over that I did well, but felt no excitement about finishing or even about future plans. I think it might have been the discourse between my expectations of how finishing the last exam should go (hundreds of relieved students piling out of the exam room, throwing their text books around like confetti and heading straight to the nearest adventure park for shenanigans) vs the reality of studying off campus (me thanking the local TAFE librarian for supervising my exam and then texting a few friends on the way to my car) .
Thankfully I’ve had some wonderful friends who were excited for me and that eventually rubbed off.
There’s no ‘maybe’ about it, I’m definitely sick. I have been for a few weeks now. Official diagnosis ‘respiratory infection’, maybe viral. Fun times.
Being sick is making studying harder than it should be. I have no energy and no patience, but if it’s an alternative to studying I have all the concentration in the world. Today I have spent exactly 0 hours studying, 6 hours reading young adult fiction and about 2 hours pacing back and forth muttering to myself about the use of the word ‘conflagration’ in young adult fiction. I also spent a small amount of time drawing a comic of myself pacing and muttering but it ended up looking like noodles. Ugh.
On the bright side I have officially finished all but one of my classes and only have the exam on the 25th to go. 10 days left. Yay.
I’ve had a really productive day, but in all the wrong areas. I haven’t done as much uni work as I should have. I should have finished writing and started polishing my research project, but instead I designed a printable crafty calendar thing, cleaned my desk, book marked some free tutorials for things I want to learn, worked on some web comic ideas, caught up on some non-uni related emails, drafted an email to send to my mentees later this week and wrote a couple of lists trying to figure out why I’m having so much trouble getting things done at the moment. I think it’s because there’s a lot of post-uni things I’m not really looking forward to, and a lot I am looking forward to, as well as a lot of uni things I’m going to miss, and a lot I am not going to miss.
I should write more lists…
or do some homework..
Today marks the start of the last month of uni for me. This is exciting for a couple of reasons
1) I’m going to have my very own bachelors degree
2) I’m going to have my very own free time and maybe even a social life
3) I’m going to spend half of summer in winter (in the UK)
There’s a fairly good chance that if you’re not Kya you might be sitting there thinking ‘who are you and why should I care?’ or ‘how did I get here??’. Well I’m Claire, this is me, and to be perfectly honest you shouldn’t care but I’m hoping that documenting my experiences through this last month of my degree and the adventures beyond will be a little entertaining. Best case scenario: documenting what I go through during this transitional period of my life will be entertaining to some people, and maybe help other people in similar situations. Worst case scenario: I get some practice writing, ignoring comments and explaining my awkward online presence to potential employers.
Either way, between finishing uni and going on an adventure in the UK there will be a lot of maybes and what ifs and umm-ing and ahh-ing about what to do next. I call this the maybe fog.
Fun times ahead!