It Is Done

The dissertation is finished, printed, bound, burnt (the CD, not the print-out) and ready to be handed in. I can't believe how huge it is. When I collected the print-out I thought someone else's dissertation had printed out on top of it, but when I checked I found it was all mine. The two copies are sat next to me. 6 months of work in two little books...

It's just sort of caught up with me. Just now, while typing that last paragraph. I've just realised that I've finished my dissertation. It's over and done with. On the spine it says "Aberystwyth 2005". For the rest of my life I'm going to be looking at that and thinking "ahh yeah, I remember 2005".

I'll probably remember it quite differently in 50 years time though. By then I'll have forgotten all of the sleepless nights, all of the cash problems, the piles of work so high that terrorists keep launching planes at them.

I need to get some sleep once I've finally handed this in, but I don't know whether I'll be able to or not. Maybe I'll go to the pub and celebrate instead. Afterall it's not every day you print off nearly 200 pages, bind them, stick a CD to them and then give them to a secretary now is it?