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I worked out what I got for my degree the other day. Whilst grades aren’t officially published until the 14th July, with the results for all but one of modules (language) having been announced, it’s not hard to tot it up. I’ve guessed my mark for the language module based on my previous results and my feelings about how it went (it went very well!)
I got a 2:1, approximately 66~68%. That’s what I was aiming for, so I’m happy with that. Well done me. 5 years of study have paid off.
I remember Earl Nightingale talking about how we react to reaching our goals. Reaching goals doesn’t give us half the sense of satisfaction / happiness as working towards them does, and I’d say that that’s certainly the case here. I have this idea that I ought to ‘feel more’ about this result, but the truth is that the real achievement was in doing it. For me, the happiest days were those when we were in class, doing stuff. Those were the days of real accomplishment.
After all, what do we do when we reach a goal? Set a new goal! I find that knowing that now helps me deal with the unexpected a little better than I did in the past. With no goal ever being ‘ultimate’, if plans do go eschew, I know that that’s ok, that the goal was just a guide, and really it’s all about the journey.
That was certainly the case with my degree. It’s all been about the journey.
Today was my last day working at CILASS. The morning was spent with a group of staff from Hong Kong who are on a study-space research trip. That was good – the vegetable samosas were particularly tasty, and I’m always a sucker for those cheese and tomato stick things. :-p
This afternoon I created a few screencasts for next year’s webgroup (is Screenflow the sexiest Leopard app in the world or what?!), and spent some time with Emmy. I like hanging out with her (I mean, how could I not – she has the same Macbook as me!). After that it was off to the pub, drinks on the house. I did enjoy that. Such a groovy bunch those CILASS folks. I will miss them.
Leaving the University Arms I was well and truly lost. It was the first time since arriving at Sheffield in 2004 that I’ve had no ‘place’ at uni. Two pints of beer had to be factored in as well: they’d made me feel desperately lonely and in need of *Twinkle* – confirmation that not drinking has possibly been the cleverest thing I’ve done this year.
Ho hum. I’m off to London tomorrow, staying in a capsule. Best get some kip.