Almost done.

As I write this, it's currently 4.24am, and I find myself sat in the lovely 24-hour McDonald's restaurant on Northumberland Street in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. I've had three exams to prepare for this semester, the first two of which have gone reasonably well, and my last one is in approximately five hours in St. James' Park of all places.

Is it even a good night out if it doesn't end with chicken?

Is it even a good night out if it doesn't end with chicken?

I'm uncharacteristically nervous right now, at least since I really got comfortable with my best revision methods. I couldn't sleep at all and had to get out of the house, so I've been studying in the Robinson Library and will go back there shortly.

More than anything I think it's just the realisation that my life is about to change significantly, for the better or worse it's too early to say. It took me a while to get settled in Newcastle, more than the first academic year and it's dawning now more than ever that it's coming to an end.

Still, onwards and upwards. Cell Biology awaits, and I need to crack another can of Monster before sluggishness starts to set in. After my exam I'm booked in to go and see some guide dogs in-training at the students' union, which will be excellent in every possible way, and then onwards to Creams, a dessert bar in the middle of town to celebrate having finished.