It’s Week 6 of Semester 1.
Which means I am technically halfway through my last undergrad semester. Trippy. Technically, I don’t graduate until mid-2017, thanks to a compulsory honours year (which I’m sort of looking forward to.) But this is it. Last semester of classes. I feel slightly woozy just thinking about it. Then I feel woozy thinking about how much work I have to get through before the end of the semester.
Exciting news, too, that I’ll talk about next Friday when it’s finalised.
I had a sudden epiphany this morning, when I was finishing off a presentation for uni: it makes a huge difference if you like your lecturer. If you clash, it makes it very hard for you to want to complete the work, let alone have it be your best work. And me and this current lecturer? … Yeah. Not a fan. And certainly not looking forward to our next one-on-one consult, that’s for sure.
I swear to god this week is trying to kill me. Frankly, I hope it rains on Sunday, so I can justify barricading myself in my apartment and watching all of Sailor Moon Crystal in my pyjamas.
Some typography by Risa Rodil – Risa does such gorgeous work, I aspire to be able to hand-letter half as beautifully. I nabbed this one on International Women’s Day, because it’s a definite pick-me-up.