Then the first academic year came to an end, it was all normal because only afew students completed their MA with the 9 months, so the bulk of us carried on. At the end of the second academic year, a lot of the students completed and a whole bunch of new ones joined the class. Then I started feeling like this mature student in the class as this was going to be my third year on the course while other students were joining for the first time and naturally more zeal . What made it worse was having to explain to afew classmates that I picked up small talk with how I had chosen the longer route. Their reaction, "oh isn't that so boring, I just cant wait to get done with this course". I took it in good stride and I told myself, well, thats them and I know better than having a stressful job and demanding school work all at the same time.
I always celebrated my milestones; when I handed in my assignment, when I passed my assignment, when I got feedback from my tutor, when I sat for my exams and when I passed my exams. Each time I would remind myself that I have X papers to go and would soon be through. It worked and kept me sober all through.
On 31st March, I sat for my very last paper. I felt like a boulder had been taken off my shoulders. Better still, six weeks later when I received my results and I had passed, I felt like a million dollars. So for the next 90 days, I shall be busy putting my dissertation together for September. Am I excited? Absolutely. I know it has been a worthwhile four years investment and am sure it is gonna pay off. Until then, I shall carry on with my journery, one day at a time :)
