Today I sat my final exam for my 60 credit module towards a masters in psychological research methods. There was a major mistake on the exam paper which bugged me, but still enjoyed it. If I pass this, it means that I am possession of enough credits to qualify for a postgraduate certificate in psychological research methods. Though I'm planning on sticking with it to do a full masters.
It also meant that I could open the box containing the equipment for my next module: advanced research methods and statistics. Sounds interesting, lets hope it is. Funny, since if you told me two years ago that I would be enjoying to some extent studying statistics I would have thought you a little dotty. I guess part of it is the thirst for information, ever since I left university, even before that its been like a drug. I can't get enough and if I'm not reading something educational for too long I get majorly antsy and just have to go on a text book binge. Its odd, but at least its constructive.
In other news, I got my crb check done for the casual early years job, so hopefully I hear from them. I also completed finally my first chapter for my fiction story, I need to up my word output for that, its still too low and inconsistant.
I want a full time job and I want my own place. I've been having dreams where I live in a small perfectly organised clean apartment with my cat. I have a couple of fair sized white boards against the walls, as well as a huge calender that I use to manage my schedule down to the last minute along with my task lists. It feels like heaven. I really want to live there.
