10 days

It is 10 days until I print off my thesis. 10 more days of complete and utter hell. Day more days of feeling completely inadequate. 10 more days of sleepless nights. 10 more days until I can relax.

It is all I think about. The past 6 weeks have flown by. Of course this next 10 days will too. But they are gruelling days.

If anyone stumbling across this page has ever contemplated doing a Masters or a PhD, think LONG AND HARD, my friend. Think long and hard. Everyone tells me it's going to be worth it, but this has been a long 2 years of hard work, and an even longer 2 months of writing. I often wonder if it really will be worth it. I mean, I am completely shattered. I have lost all confidence in my intelligence. I have actually gone from loving science and taking pride in my work, to loathing science and scientists, and just wanting to hand it in as is, whether it's submittable (yes I know that isn't a word) or not. This Masters has almost sucked the life out of me. But only for 10 more days.