Have you ever really, really wanted to do something but when you finally got the chance you realised fuck no, this is just not for me? I always wanted to be a doctor. The literary not the medical kind. A few of my friends are doctors (again not the medical kind) and I have often found myself fantasising about meeting up over coffee with them, or dinner, or wherever, the location isn’t important-what is important is how we would greet each other:
“Good morning, Doctor Kelly.”
“Good morning, lovely to see you, Doctor Collins.”
“You, too. Doctor Murphy, water?”
(on so on and so on). Also how cool would it be to have letters coming to the house addressed to you as Dr?
Well, that dream is dead. Having just completed my dissertation and thus my Masters, I can safely say that this is as far as my academic journey will go. Bring me the hat to go with the gown,I will happily cap my education right now!