BIGDAY Log
Met IA colleague in the library. Inevitably the topic was IA grade. Looking back the grades I got for the past year, I've mixed feeling. It was percisely dos puntos nueve ocho out of five. Third class honours? Sorry, no. Am not qualified.
Met FYP boss to sign form, meanwhile picked up some undue stress much earlier in time.
Went convos, saw gowns of different colours, but the faces had same the expressions.
Asked someone for help, who offered help ( :D Thanks! ) yet got teased. Apparently time is not due yet.
Studied, only to realise my concentration span is too short. And blog here I come, and gotta go...
I'm a big, big boy on a big, big day it's not a big, big thing if there's big, big stress...