All throughout my horribly difficult MSc, I thought longingly of the day when it would finish, and wondered if I would ever get through it without failing/doing awful in some module or in the lab. Now that it has finished and I’ve gotten through unscathed with marks better than I ever expected, my lack of excitement is depressing. Surely, if it was so important for  me then I would have felt a deeper sense of fulfillment yet all I can think is PhD, PhD, Phd, funding, location, lab, research topic blah blah. I suppose when I get a job or get a further study option then the eternal student in me will be a happy bunny once more and until then I’ll look at the Uni slogan and feel pleased 🙂Image