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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

BSc (Psych)

I've got tons more photos to show everyone. Like this one, which makes me laugh every time I look at it:


but I'm going to leave off on the photos, at least for the moment, at least for this post. Because this post is ALL ABOUT ME, and seriously, there hasn't been enough of that around here lately. You people adore me, and want to hear about me, and I might be drunk right now, but I think you're absolutely right.

Last Tuesday night, after about two months (no exaggeration there) of planning and half-arsed writing of an essay about the relationship between emotional processing and cognitive processes, I handed in my very last ever essay that I will write towards achieving my second undergraduate degree, which will be a BSc in Psychology.

I'm fucking thrilled, I can't even begin to tell you. It's been five years in the coming, and the last three of those years has been a mite difficult in terms of finding time to study, firstly because Year Three of my degree was spent in a fog of valium and pain killers in Dublin, and Years Four and Five of my degree were spent in a fog of booze and better-things-to-do-with-my-time in London when my life started back up again. I'm not out of the woods yet, mind you, as the exam looms on 18 October, however, I've been asking around and I'd have to put quite an effort into failing it in order to fail the entire degree. Mind you, this is my only free weekend between now and the exam, and I've spent half of it swimming, tidying up the flat, watching DVDs, blogging and drinking wine.

Still. Let's all sit back for a moment and think about what I've achieved. The best part of it is, even within the relief of knowing I will never have to write an essay on any topic at undergraduate psychology level, I have already signed up for a post graduate course in Counselling, which will hopefully move through to a MSc in Psychodynamic Counselling, that starts ONE FULL WEEK before my exam.

Jesus.

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