Today is D-Day.
Dissertation Day. Which means I must sit in one position all day long, drinking lots of coffee with ten thousand tourism textbooks sprawled out across the table in front of me, while I chew on a pen and wonder how to get started on these damn 12000 words.
I now regret having asked for an extension on my dissertation. Had I done what I was supposed to, I would have finished it and sent it off in April, and would be graduating in August like everyone else.
But had I done that I probably wouldn’t be graduating at all because I was never going to be able to finish my dissertation on time, without sacrificing my other projects at uni. So be it.
However, I didn’t think at the time that I would be stuck here in Scotland until I finish it, with both my parents nagging at me to study and to ‘stop bloody blogging’.
As mum woke me up this morning at 7am before she left to go to work she pulled the covers off my sleepy body, making me shiver and cry in frustration, and demanded I get up and do my dissertation.
I rolled out of bed, mumbling and growling expletives under my breath and stumbled into the bathroom for a shower.
And now I’m left to stare at my little laptop screen with a frown on my face and the sound of the clock ticking away with every second that I don’t write.
So far I have written one subheading and one sentence.
It was not until the late nineteenth century that tourism as we know it today began to evolve.”
I think it is time for a well earned coffee break.