I finished my MLitt last a week ago, but feel completely unaccomplished. I'm sure I'm meant to feel like I've achieved something with my 68-page dissertation, but I don't. Maybe it's not sunk in yet?
I also fancy the new guy in my building (although we all know how well it always works out when I fancy a guy), so hopefully fate deals me a good hand on this one. I'm still cynical after my last experience. C'est la vie.
I've realised that my life is scarily similar to Megan Crane's novel "English as a Second Language". Scary how life imitates art.
Sigma Love and Mine,
Laura
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