Yesterday, through process of deduction and pure mathematical skills which I do not actually possess, I worked out what my degree classification is probably going to end up as.
Well actually, I didn’t because at the moment it’s still rather ambiguous. Basically, I have 4 modules left, two of which are worth 30 credits, totalling 6 modules worth of marks to contribute in the final semester of my degree. (That all sounds a little complicated, but it basically means I’ve got 6 more module marks and then my fate is sealed).
And my fate does indeed rest upon these final, axe-wielding modules. As it happens, I’m still in line for a classification of ‘First’ for my degree – if I work hard enough. I need six ‘firsts’ grades, one from each modules, for my whole degree to level out as a first. Any less, and I’ll get a 2:1. If I fail miserably at this hefty target and end up with five 2:1’s, I’ll end up with a 2:2. The pressure is on, then.
I realise, to applicants, that this blog may actually not be of much worth at the moment. The gravity of the situation will not actually sink in until the second semester of the final year. I’ve done fairly well so far, but not well enough to stop me from sweating profusely at the mere thought that right now I could still come out with top marks if I get my head out of the Facebook-shaped clouds and simply work.
On another note, I bought the game ‘Rome: Total War’ this week. Rather unimpressed that I found out the news the day after my purchase!