It's nearly Easter!

And I can't quite believe it. I've just submitted my penultimate piece of work for this semester and it's a little scary. Not only because I've had my last Journalism lecture of 2nd year but because I don't really know where 2nd tear has gone!

One minute I'm stressing out because I've got 4 exams in a week and the next I'm planning my trip home for Easter. Before I know it, it's going to be work placement. (That I've managed to arrange thank you very much, at a free local Newspaper in Warrington where I'll be a reporter for 6 weeks) Hopefully that will lead to my name in print and probably also to me swearing never to set foot in another newsroom again!

I've got to decide this week also whether or not to do the dreaded dissertation. 10,000 words on a media/journalistic topic of my choice. It's optional, but the other options are considerably worse. So I'm condemning myself to the torture that my friends are going through right now and this time next year I'll be cursing my want for a decent degree while staying up all night frantically writing thousands of words on a hideously defined topic that I'll be sick of by Christmas.

I thought it was a great idea to get myself a degree. I don't think I could do it again, I think I;m old enough and reclusive enough to not want to put myself through another freshers week and having every single person on campus come up to me and say "oh my god, you're scottish!" I know that, I have seen my passport and know Glasgow well enough to say, "yep, I live there." Two years ago I was so up for it I would have won the coveted Adam Palfrey Up for it award. But this year I'd be lucky to win an honorable mention!

Half of me can't wait for this year to be over, the other half is terrified of third year and its finality. Who knows what I'll do after that, to be honest as one of my friends said the other day. "I don't really think I want a graduate job after this. I think I just want to lie down!"