Had my last (ever?) uni lecture yesterday. Got a shitload of work to do between now and the summer, but knowing that all lectures and classes and whatnot are officialy over feels so bizarre. genuinely so depressing to think that it's already been three years, i mean it still feels like i've only just got here. Knowing it'll all be over by the end of June is far too scary for my liking.
the search for a job post-graduation is going really badly but, on a not unrelated note, i should be in a position to send off a couple of applications for masters degrees by the end of next week - just gotta finish the forms off and work out who i want to put down as referees. If i were offered a place on either i'd take it over a job in a heartbeat (not that i'm expecting a job offer anyway) because i'm so not ready to let go of dat #StudentLifestyle.
having said all that, there's always the possibility that June comes round and i discover i've done shit on my degree anyway, which would be just lovely.
Basically, it's gonna be a few very anxiety-fuelled months
(but atleast its getting sunny)