Today is my last day at the essay and the end of my degree. I cannot describe the physical pain I am in. There is no guarantee I will get extenuating circumstance sorted and I can't live on those variables. I just have to get on with it and submit. Right now, I am looking forward to my freedom and never, ever having to write an essay at this standard ever again, plus reading books that I don't have to dissect. I will be back at some form of college at night school for a couple of other qualifications, but nowhere near the level of strain that I have been under. Mostly, I look forward to spending time on seeing people and doing some arty/crafty stuff. When I get back to writing, it shall be for the pure enjoyment of it.
Right now, I am angry, but am using it to fuel my last 24 hours on this turkey. I can guarantee that it will be a crap essay in comparison to what I am capable of (I am 'Update Draft' Queen), but I would prefer to take a punt and get over fifty rather than get it capped at forty or fail the degree at this stage!