I’ve always wondered why young males are called ‘Master’ as their official title. As a smart-aleck kid, I always assumed that ‘Master’ was a better prefix then Mister; although I didn’t really know the difference. In four months time, I will have an answer as to why I can be called a master.

My dissertation accompanied by celebratory tea.

Today, I handed in my Masters dissertation at King’s College, London which, I feel, is a pretty monumental achievement. I know it’s not uncommon for someone my age to hold a masters degree. And I know it’s not a masters in theoretical physics etc.; lets face it I’m not going to change the world. I’m still proud of where I am and where I’ve come from. And I’m looking forward to the future.

I’ve learnt so much this year and I feel like a different person to when I started. I’m going to continue blogging and hatching my own ideas. I’m still learning, we’re all learning.

And I don’t want to stop.

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