One last effort

My (full time) academic career is now drawing to a close. One last hurdle remains, my dissertation. I have so far shied away from thinking about it, despite knowing that the others on my course have had their heads buried deep inside in the library and archives for months already.

Once again I seem unable to motivate myself for something I am foolishly confident I can bodge in the final hour in order to scrape past the finish line. As usual. I was grossly disgusted when my first essays passed with near flying colours after having thrown them together the same day they were due. This massive injustice, albeit in my favour, did nothing to implant the correct work ethic in my mind. I needed to fail those essays. I needed that wake up call. But it never came.

What is perhaps more ridiculous is that despite seeming to know this, I am still unable to appreciate my position. Unable to take that lifeline.

This could potentially be the last academic ‘action’ of my life. The deadline is August 24th (regrettable three days before the end of the Fringe Festival).

I suppose I should buckle down, as they say.

Wish me luck.