I can't imagine life without having classes... scary

Have just sent my dissertation draft to my supervisor... Which was not fun. I've worked like an idiot this week, but it's also been my last two days of proper uni with classes and stuff so not all the time. I can't really work 24/7, unlike some people I know (who don't read this blog though so the reference will most likely go unrecognized). It was a bit sad, but like most big changes it hasn't really hit me yet.
Now I just have one dissertation, one report, two exams and then it's hello! world. If my dad finds my IB diploma so he can scan it in and I can attach to my CV while looking for jobs, that is... Apparently employers want proof of your qualifications. This is also bad as because of the lecturers and admin strike we might not even get our degrees, as our dissertations and exams might not be graded etc etc... Like with bird flu I try not to obsess - there's little I can do about it anyway.

I quite like exams, as I told my horrified housemate just today. Somehow cramming and revision go hand in hand with amazing breaks in the first rays of sunshine, bonding through shared panic and whingin' and well, I don't know exactly. Everything that is normally nice; hanging out with friends, going out etc seems magnified in this period of pressure and uncertainty. Like constantly raised adrenalin levels, or something. Hmm. Although these finals will be followed by other great pressure, such as making a living permanently, not just for the summer... Ugh.