Term is over. I've finished my last term of lectures at UCL.

Today was the last day, and I went into college just to hand in the two copies of my project report. The project itself has been fairly dull and boring, mostly involving writing code and debugging it. My supervisor wasn't around for nearly half of the duration, and he said that getting the project done effectively on my own would boost my self-confidence. It didn't really boost my confidence because it mostly involved things which I knew I was good at, i.e. plain simple getting-things-done and problem-solving skills.

My self-doubts about my mathematical abilities were only exacerbated because most of the background science on the project were beyond my abilities; while I didn't really need to know about those things, the fact that it's there and I can't understand it makes me feel uneasy. I guess it's part of the scientist side of me that feels uncomfortable if there are any stones that have been left unturned.

I was feeling bored and frustrated by project over the past couple of months, and the writing of the report in the last fortnight was just totally uninspired. I just couldn't really be bothered with it anymore, although admittedly there were other distractions which were putting me off it. Last year, I had finished writing the report 3 days in advance of the deadline; this time, I finished writing it 11pm last night, and it was due today.

I'm very glad that project is over and done with. I don't think I'll get great marks for it, so I need to knuckle down and cram for my finals in May. Before I start cramming however, there will be a brief interlude to the US from next Tuesday till Sunday.