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Lost in the Library

Once again it's hit that time of year that myself and (apparently) every single other student at the University of Lincoln flock the the hallowed halls of the Library. I got to the point when I was writing my essay earlier that I resorted to tweeting:







Now, don't get me wrong, I am so very much enjoying my course. It's wonderful. Every day poses a new challenge and third year so far has been brilliant. I've had so many great opportunities and experiences that previously were not even on my horizon -- I am so so grateful.

But...

I could really do with a nap for a week. Third years seem collectively to be wandering around aimlessly like zombies. Slowly raising their hands in a sloppy waves, whilst struggling to form coherent sentences because words are difficult when you're this tired. Last night, I came back from my lovely friend's flat at half midnight, charged until 1:45, fretted about university work until I eventually drifted off and before I knew it my eyes were opening and it was 6:45am. Time to get up to do radio.

It's all go, go, go.

It's worth it though. I'm really lucky to be doing what I'm doing, and I've recently had an offer from the University of Kent to study my masters with them, which I'm chuffed to bits about. It is tough, but so very much worth it.

I remember being a first year (bright eyed and bushy tailed) and it all seemed so far away. Now, days are darting by, the clock is ticking on and before I know it I'll be graduating. Where has all that time gone?! Five terms (nearly - final push!) done, one term to go.

To all my fellow Library-livers, I salute you.

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