Wow – it is done. Pages printed, CD burned, handed in, forms signed.
I have finished my Masters Degree in Creative Writing and it feels rather strange. That’s my last bit of education until I do my PhD, but that won’t be for a couple of years, methinks. Is it sad that I’d quite like to do a whole new degree? I think I need to get rich already!
But yeah, it’s the end of an era. Farewell University.
Had a lovely lunch and gossip with my lovely coursemates and we all congratulated ourselves on finishing and toasted to ‘onwards’ and completing our novels.