Gradually, my honours is coming together. There's about two weeks left before I hand it in; I've got roughly 20 pages left to write. This wouldn't be a problem, but damn, deconstruction is confusing.

Part of me is hesitant to finish it, too; once it's done, I'm finished my undergrad degree and I have to start living. Gone is my safety net, and Newfoundland's trades-based economy isn't the most welcoming to English majors. My 10-hour-a-week minimum wage job isn't going to cut it either – I don't even think I could pay for health insurance with it, let alone food or transportation. Plus, it's pretty disheartening to have a university degree and work for peanuts at a watch shop.

Most English grads seem to head to Korea, which may be an option. If nothing else, it's produced a lot of interesting filmmakers lately.

In short, my hometown is spooky for an arts grad with nothing but time.