I survived...

 I read that essay about Eliot, surrounded by my classmates... I survived (I think). My work was accepted, unlike the rest of offered papers. It's good. I should lower the bar... but I was proud of myself for like whole fifteen minutes... a new record for me.

 This day was too much... I can't believe it's almost the end of semester... that I won't have British or American literature unless I decide to continue after BA... I have no idea what I'm going to do once I graduate. Topic of studying for two more years is a touchy one between my parents. I want to try my hand at MA... but maybe I should just leave, to some other country, the UK maybe, find a job, if lucky enough, try studying there... I liked my life much better before I graduated ;]
 Ok, enough of rambling. Time to work a bit on my BA dissertation ;) I'd hate to disapoint my promoter...

Quote of the day:

 Every minute of every day we choose. Who we are. Who we forgive. Who we defend and protect. To choose a side or to walk the line. To play the middle. To straddle the fence between what is and what should be. This was the course I choose. Trying to find the delicate balance of interests that can never exist. Choosing by not choosing. Defending a centre which cannot hold. So death choose for me.