When things get grandiose, like the word "grandiose", one is suddenly inundated with responsibility, but not in a Spider-man way, more like a "I'm a student and I need to meet these deadlines but I need to do 10,000 words in a week" way. I worked it out the other day; adding up the word count for self-reflective accounts, evaluations, essays, blogs (seriously) and other tomfoolery in the academic bible that is the course handbook comes to about 10,300 words. After tomorrow's deadlines and next week's deadlines, this will total almost 20,000 words written for coursework in just two weeks. That's more than any dissertation I've ever heard of (a dissertation, for the least among us, is what gets you your degree at the end of your degree), yet it's part of the first half of the second (of three) year of my degree. Horrifying.
Remember when you tried to contemplate spending the rest of your life with your current partner? It was just out of reach, and comfortably so. I'm having to stare it in the face and ask it to be gentle as it caresses and squeezes my brain. True story.
