Thank You cards

Yesterday and today I've been delivering some cards around to people that have helped me progress and learn significantly during my time at Newcastle - I think it's important to not only recognise when someone has done this but also to tell them. There's a small element of embarrassment potentially sure, particularly if it's face to face, but I think it does make a difference and it demonstrates to them that you've considered them.

I quite like how the design came out in the end, it uses some choice snapshots taken over the three years, a few from the iGEM competition, with The Courier, and generally with friends.

It's done up like a standard issue of The Courier too, which I think ultimately has been my highlight of this degree if I had to pick one thing. Once again a very special thanks to everyone from the team during both years.

It's just a shame I couldn't fit more onto the card really - there's so, so much more to talk about but I'm sure it'll happen eventually, and now that I've got this blog there's ample room for further reflection at another time.

My degree is over!

And with that, my undergraduate degree in Cellular and Molecular Biology has come to a close. Since arriving in September 2014, a phenomenal amount seems to have happened and it's gone by in a heartbeat. While I'm certainly incredibly excited to begin a medical degree and get another step closer to the pipedream of becoming a doctor, I still have the nagging forlorn feeling in the back of my mind that I don't want to leave.

Post-exams Creams visit, featuring my deliriously tired self and a bevy of friends

Post-exams Creams visit, featuring my deliriously tired self and a bevy of friends

I'm writing the day after, having slept for a period approaching fourteen hours after getting home - probably a combination of chronic sleep deprivation and three cans of Monster wearing off.

So this is it, yesterday's exam marked the end of my degree. We'll get our results in a few weeks (the 27th I think? - not sure) and then graduate in early July. I'm going to be staying in Newcastle until the end of my tenancy and then heading home, using the time to begin the preparations for the website you're currently visiting and churning out media content like a madman for other projects.

I keep having my eye caught by summer research opportunities and PhD applications - I tend to jump on things like that as a general principle, but I know that ultimately I need some rest. I took part in the iGEM competition last summer, and while it was an amazing experience it was very strenuous and there are other things I want to do.

I'm going for a run this evening, down towards the Quayside (best place to run in Newcastle!), will eat enough to replace all the skipped meals from the last few weeks and then probably sleep again. But it's nice knowing there's no exam tomorrow.

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.