3am. Late night in the library. Well, probably an all-nighter, in fact. I feel pretty really crap. I guess these are the times when I really do question why the fuck I am doing this course. (I mean, question more than I usually do!) It’s not like I even need it to be a pilot. I came to university mostly for the experience, and I’ve loved it. I just really need(ed) a course that I engage with more or that’s easier. I am doing a difficult course from one of the best Universities in the country for it and by God, it is fucking hard. I am worried as Steph said, there’s not been one person on the Aerospace masters course that hasn’t had a mental breakdown. Fuck. And I do believe that.
But I have water and energy drinks and the knowledge that I really don’t need this qualification to do what I want in life. Over the last two years, I have thought the latter is a bad thing, but perhaps it isn’t. I don’t need all this pressure on me. I can just relax, keep calm and take every deadline one at a time. And in just over three weeks, I’ll have finished this year. And in five weeks, I’ll be in the US, doing exactly what the fuck I want to do in this life.
So it’s not all bad, really. Morale raised.
