My dissertation begins with a vengeance, although with a vengeance is a common cliche, and we all know what we think about those. So my dissertation begins with me moving from a delicate trot into a terrified gallop. Yesterday, I met a fellow student who kindly informed me that she was now addicted to the library, and had found a little corner where she sits writing all day. Yikes.
I have peaked too early. As though running a marathon and being in the lead for twenty five miles, the will to live/win evaporates with the energy expended in trying to keep up the pace. It’s exhausting, and yesterday, occurred an incident that was an terrifying reminder in how not to do it.
I had completed my assignment about The Myth of The Rural Idyll, and decided to show Eli, as he featured in a segment of the writing. The deadline for the hand in was 4pm, after which the shiny blue bin into which all work is posted is locked and sealed, and tough shit if you miss the bus, oversleep, or your dvd becomes stuck in your laptop!!!!!
The panic, oh, the headless chickenness of it all (cliche), just press eject, press eject, let me have a look, I’ll do it, well what do you usually do, eject you bastard. OK, don’t eject, what to do, shall I post my laptop into the shiny blue bin? Email the work? Get some pliers and attack the new Macbook?
Instead my hero set off cross country to find a usb memory stick, not in the Village Post Office, not in the nearest town, technophobes the lot of them, but miles away to a Retail Park where the only memory stick available was one at £29.00. I am still hyperventilating, and if you saw a silver Mini overtake you at 130mph yesterday at 3.41 near Didsbury, sorry, it was me.