I went to the doctor today to find out why I’ve been coughing madly for the last six weeks, and generally tired and unhappy. Turns out I’m actually, apparently, rather ill. I don’t believe it, cos I don’t feel that bad. However, when you’ve been prescribed “at least 8 hours sleep a night” I’m quite happy to carry out that particular treatment.
Lucia had a tattoo yesterday as the final part of her 21st celebrations. I had fun videoing and taking photos, all of which will follow. I didn’t do any work afterwards, and watched about four hours of Supernanny. Yay.
If you’ve been reading through my blog as I’ve written it, you will remember the Design Study woes of last term. I’m sad to report that this isn’t entirely over. Tomorrow, we have business presentations, where we get to present our business plan to the rest of our classmates and the chaps over at the Business School. We’ve been given no guidelines, are expected to be there from 12.30 pm to 6 pm, and have to talk for 20 minutes on approximately nothing.
The design study has spanned across my whole third year:
- introduction to topic beginning of first term
- research into topic, first term
- research into topic, first ideas and start write-up, beginning of second term
- write-up, proof-read and upload to digital copy, end of second term
- technical presentation, also end of second term
- write-up of business plan, also also end of second term
- presentation of business plan, beginning of third term
This has given some really interesting insights into life as a researcher. I can’t say I’ve particularly enjoyed the group work – partly because I got thrust unwillingly into the role of “person who emails, rings and texts everyone else to make them do stuff” and had to stick to my guns and follow-through. Ugh. Also, famously, there is always ‘the one who isn’t there’. If you’ve done any group work at all, you know what that means.
I am mature enough to realise that it’s better to do this now as a UG student, than for the first time when you are working in a company/other research group/any other career, and I recognise the things I’ve learned. Doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it! We have had some really amazing times though, when we haven’t been panicking about deadlines and trying madly to get 800 words cut down or reworded into proper English. The guys are all comicly scared of me – good times when I want to get Carlos to run to the shop for me! I’m starting to feel a bit nostalgic. From tomorrow, third year will be over in terms of the whole class together. Some will be graduating, meaning I will probably never get to see them again. After GCSEs and A levels you would think I’m used to it, but I don’t think it’s something I will ever get used to.