You know when you’re little and your mum says “Sam, give your sister some of your sweets”, and your heart sinks? Or when you’ve just got a new toy and it broke so you had to take it back to the shop? You’re thinking “where are you going with this one Sam?”… Well, last week I had to hand in my dissertation.
It felt like I was giving a little part of my life away. Just like sharing sweets with sisters or taking a favourite toy back to the shop, it was something I had to do but I didn’t want to. I had been working solidly on my dissertation for what felt like weeks on end, and we had a love-hate relationship. Some days we’d laugh together, other day’s we’d cry together. It was my baby and I was its creator. But, the day was always going to come when I needed to hand my baby over to be judged by other people who will never love it like I have loved it.
So, reluctantly, I trudged to uni and took the obligatory ‘dissertation photo’ (right), and posted the 9000 words of pure brilliance (… I hope) into the black hand-in box. I thought my life would feel somewhat emptier without my baby to look after. But I have been surprisingly liberated. I can enjoy my last few weeks as a student knowing that my dissertation has been completed, and we shall be reunited soon.
More soon folks,