So, I Did That Cap and Gown Thing.

Friday the twenty-third of September I officially graduated.

I know. It is squeal worthy, right?

So I thought.

Sure, I was excited in the lead up.

Then the family happened. Having him* be happy was nice. Great even. Oh and her** too!

So, I was there with my cap and gown on, wondering how they weren't proud.

We had photographs taken before, my sister taking most of them. Pity she didn't make sure our eyes were open or even that we were looking at the camera.

Here are a few that I took:

Then once I walked up on stage and grabbed my officialness. I headed outside.

My parents were ready to go and I had to ask for this photograph to be taken.

Am I being a sook? Probably. Guess at least they came.

But guess what?

I have officially finished university.

I have officially finished my Bachelor!

Squeeee!

*He would be the sexy, sweet, smart boy that I am not sure I am allowed to write about. Must double check that one.

**She you all know as Sass *winks*

Fifty

Exactly 50 out of 100.

That was what I received for that unit.

You know the unit. It's the one I didn't study for.

The one where I completed the 40% assignment in five hours, including research.

The one where I left university five hours early and because I was so excited about getting my iPad2 sprained my ankle and hurt my tailbone after falling down the stairs.

Well, I passed it.

Just.

So you all know what that means?

I graduate in September.

Now I would love to invite you all along but the only problem is, I only get three seats.

Blame the university for your missing invite, but I get it, you'll be there in tweet-spirit.

*winks*

Mixed Feelings

University is officially coming to an end.

Midnight tonight, if I can stay awake that long or even be bothered to stay away that late.. My university results go live.

I don't think I have ever stayed up to get, except of course in my first year. And then when I couldn't get on for an hour I never did it again.

I will be up at around six in the morning, so I will just check then.

I am nervous. I am excited. I am stressed.

I am definitely in that state of "what-if-I-didn't-pass?" combined with "oh-my-fucking-god-I-have-almost-finished-studying!" with a "I-have-more-expectations-on-me-now!"

It's fun I tell you.

So, cross those fingers and toes, 'cause we all know I didn't study for that exam..

*looks away*

Wait, An Exam In Four Days?

Well, apparently my exam is in four days. Not including today of course, 'cause that'd just be silly.

Do you think that I have studied for it?

Hahaha, no.

This was the unit that I left early on that Saturday which resulted in karma coming and biting me in the tailbone. Yeah, remember that?!

So.. Wednesday is the fateful day.

My final exam ever. For this course.

I must pass it, or I don't get to graduate in September and that would kind of suck a little because I am really looking forward to having no more university for a little while.

Wish me luck for that exam on gender and education.

Oh and I probably should go and read some of my mathematics, science and technology postings too. I am *ahem* a couple of weeks behind.

Eeek.

Think of me on Wednesday, please?

xx

I'm Exhausted

Actually I even think exhausted is an understatement.

I haven't stopped. Not once this week.

Being really honest, I don't even want to be on the computer right now.

I had my final assignment to do and submit. I had until Wednesday to get it finished, because it is due on Monday. Why wouldn't I have until at least Friday? Well, I have no clue where the nearest post office is on the way to the station. Cannot remember because I don't have to walk that way anymore.

So it had to be posted tonight. Which meant that I was up til eleven every night this week, working on that assignment to get it finished.

Working a full shift doesn't help the slightest either. Getting up at six-thirty in the morning has been hard, very very hard.

This weekend won't be any different. Realistically I should be staying at home and doing work, for work. I have four analytical summaries to write up by Sunday the fourth. Plus a tonne of observations to write up, something I probably should be doing now. *looks away*

Tomorrow I fly out of Sydney and land in Brisbane. Excited? Definitely. [More on that later.]

Life sometimes gets in the way!

Karma

On Saturday I was at university. All day I was meant to be there.

I *ahem* spoke of gastro at my centre and explained that I wasn't feeling too good. I was not being all truthful.

I walked out, mentally hi-fiving myself. Grabbed my phone out of my bag ready to call JBHIFI who I had missed a call from earlier, because my iPad was in store!

And that's when it happened.

I tripped, I fell. Down the stairs at university.

Immediately I let out a swear word. Yeah, the one that starts with 'F' that I say a lot.

I stand up and pain shot right up my spine. I sat down and realised that I had fucking landed on my tailbone the first time around and *ahem* it was very sore.

I decide that I cannot stay at university any longer.

Do a quick look around, you know just to make sure that no one saw me fall down the stairs. Phew, no one did.

I tweet and call a friend. Who laughed at me. Rude much?

I hobble, very slowly, over to the shopping centre to pick up the iPad. No way was I leaving it there.

Have lunch and head home.

I take nurofen to numb myself and sleep for two whole hours Saturday afternoon.

Sunday was okay. I decided to do lunch with a friend and *ahem* as I am walking down the stairs I roll the other ankle. Scrape the side of my leg and swear, again.

I stand up realising that my ankle was just being a fakey-mc-faker and it's okay, my tailbone on the other hand is not too happy with me.

I have a nice black bruise on my arse now.

The doctor said I can't work until Thursday.

But for some reason, my tailbone hurts more! *cries*

I need it better and I need it better now. *stomps right foot*

Bet your weekend was better than mine.

Uh-Oh!

Okay, so a five day weekend can never be a good thing when you have millions of things to do. Let alone when you have lots of time to kill.

When I did absolutely nothing the first three days, I knew it would come back and bite me in the arse. And bite me it did.

Today I need to;

* Finish my essay of 1000 words. I have done a whopping 33 so far. Yes, it does include the title.
* Wash and dry the sheets as my friend is back today and yes. [These are totally already in the washing machine.]
* Call Harvey Norman and ask them about their bedding and see if I can pop over on Thursday night to buy my bed and make sure it is in stock for a Saturday delivery..
* Clean the room because I have come to realise that I am a person who makes piles of crap. I know where it all is, but it looks messy!
* Go to Telstra and pay the fee to get my phone off the staff contract and put it in my name and a new plan.

While it isn't a lot, if Harvey says I need to make the purchase today to use the interest free period then I am screwed.

Must. Finish. It. All.

<3

Planning

Lately, actually not just lately, I have wanted to do it for a while and now with the fact that I have a full time job it's possible, is to take a short trip away when I finish the degree.

I'm thinking in September, mainly because I will need annual leave and I will need a little in my savings bank.

But where to?

Las Vegas?
Paris?
London?
New York?

Or stay in Australia, and visit Melbourne or Queensland?

It would only be for a week maximum. Totally open to suggestions. And if you would like to come, I am totally open to having a travel buddy!

<3

Oops

I cannot believe that I mixed up dates. I am the person who is organised to a tee. Never mixes anything up.

But *ahem* it appears that I have.

You see I have only just recently realised, as in the other day realised, that my assignment [worth around 25% of my grade] is *ahem* due in a week, from yesterday.

*looks away sheepishly*

So the last few days I have been frantically trying to find a book to use that incorporates mathematics.

A massive thankyou to @planningqueen; @SquiggleMum; @Childhood101; @breathegently and @leechbabe for helping me.

But I think @katepickle deserves an even bigger thankyou for thinking of the book, The Waterhole, and is one that I own! So no need to run around frantically trying to figure out what to use, or where to buy it from, because I own it and it's sitting right in front of me.

The moral of this story, check your dates in your diary!

<3

This Weekend

I may be a little out of it when I return on Sunday night.

I'm writing this on Friday night because there is no way that I will be awake before six just to write this baby.

Saturday I am at University all day. When I say all day, I mean I will be up at 6.30am to catch three trains to University [to get there by 9am and I will only just arrive just in time]. Then I have my catch up with my friend and go through an assignment with her [for another unit that I completed last year]; try and say hello to a new twitter friend [@bodykiss]; have lunch with a gorgeous friend who lives on campus and I very rarely get to see and miss a lot! Before doing my oral report and handing in the review to go with it. Then at 3.30pm I get to head home. God knows how long that will take.

Around 7pm on Saturday night I am meeting up with my friend from home and her hubby to be for dinner. I will be dragging the boyfriend along, if I have to.

I will then sleep, for hopefully at least ten or so hours. Before waking and getting all pretty for Aly's Bridal Shower. [Crap, just remembered I have to wrap her present! Eeek! I hope I get to get something from somewhere tomorrow, being Saturday!] I must remember to have a pretty, yet smart looking photograph taken of myself while there.

I will then head home. Lay out my clothes for my first official work day. Get my little introduction poster done. Then go to sleep.

Phew.

Have a lovely weekend! I will be busy, but you know me; nothing will keep me away from twitter!

<3

University is Back!

I am finally able to say, this is my last four months of University.

And boy, does that feel good to be able to say that!

Obviously, that is not including if I ever choose to go back and study my Masters or PHD. But that is another post.

Just yesterday I was looking through the unit outline for my fourth year unit. It is all about Mathematics, Science and Technology, specifically looking into Early Childhood Education.

Within minutes I could feel my head pounding, already beginning to stress out.

Days earlier, I had received a copy of the Education's unit outline, this is not an Early Childhood unit rather an Education unit. While it is third year, I was a little gobsmacked when I read it to say the least.

The essay question, was simple. They had even explained how to answer it!

Just quietly, none of my third year units ever did that for me.

Anyway, I will be fine, because after all. This is my last semester of University and just means that my not so easy unit will be complimented very nicely by the very easy unit.

While I just go and dance, because I will never have to read another unit outline {for a while!} feel free to leave a comment and share with me the feelings that you had when you knew that it was your last semester or year at University, TAFE or school?