Amazing burritos (though nothing like my dearest döners) and my favourite beer, home made papaya milk, and a morning run after. That was how Term 3 ended.
Although more realistically, term 3 ended at 6:09AM on the day before my actual submission date. Having stayed up the whole night AGAIN to polish my thesis, before I clicked "send". It was not dramatic, nor did it provide the relief I expected it to. I crashed on my bed unable to sleep for another hour because my brain was still packed with philosophy, semiotics and a bit of psychology.
Nevertheless, it's DONE. I'm finally done with the damn thesis, and I'm seriously reconsidering Masters because I can't imagine going through this again. Thankful for all the help given, and all the encouragement I've received. I've never been SO fearful of failing my term man, at the interim stage I still had NOTHING to present, and I had to reconceptualise my topic. The amount of times I woke up in the middle of the night because I can't stop dreaming about my thesis was so draining.
It was a good decision to quit my part-time job tbh. Even though my finances are tighter, it's really given me a lot of breathing space to do my work.
Many thanks to SY for celebrating the end of this nightmare! And for dragging our sorry asses to the stadium not-so-early in the morning.
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