As the last of the half term break slides away, it's time to face the realities of the coming week.
Final hand in.
This will be the last thing I hand in on my degree and in some ways, after hand in, it's all over. No more work. Obviously there are still the bits and pieces for the exhibition to sort out but this is really it. The end point. Goal reached.
It's been an intense, stressful and hard three years and I'm as ready for leaving as I am unprepared.
This is the accumulation of my years research and for the first time ever, I filled a sketchbook. But essentially, this is what my FMP boils down to. This is all the context, critical and theoretical support behind the images and this is where the marks lie.
It's so strange arriving at this point, and it feels like I'm teetering on the edge of a cliff. I've known this was coming but I've been so absorbed in my work that it's almost a surprise that it's here so quickly. I'm exhausted. I'm worn out. I am done. And I am so not ready for it to be over. I need more time.
Only, I don't. Not really because I have plenty of projects to leap into, the trick now is to find the courage to jump.
But first, hand in.
Over the weekend I'll be tying up all the loose ends, dotting the i's and crossing the t's. I'm going to be going through everything I've written and checking it thoroughly. I still don't know when we get our results, but I'd hate for them to be affected by something as simple as a spelling mistake.
So here I go. The end really is nigh.