Fuck This Shit

Not my words of course, but the words of a graffiti artist on the laundrette walls at Essex. Nonetheless this is how I'm feeling. Yesterday I went to see a professor at Canterbury, who I hoped would put me in touch with someone within the department. The meeting didn't go very well to say the least and the whole day left me feeling a little reeling. The main thing was that he did not understand my idea at all and could not relate it to a legal context, to which there is no recovery or comeback. After this he pretty much said that I should reconsider it all and maybe my thinking over the next year will 'mature'. Thankfully Matt and Vuokko came to Canterbury and we had a good chat about it all. I know that this professor misunderstood me and that I should take confidence from the good words that I have received from various tutors at Essex but I cant help but feel that all my thoughts over the Masters programme have been crushed. I will just have to plough on with this week and dissertation and hopefully I will be laughing about this in the future but for now I feel quite drained.