Educate Me

I'm not "depressed", just thinking.

Today, I received a letter from my university telling me to register for graduation in mid-December. My three years in Melbourne is almost up, but I'm determined to stay on to do an extra year of Honours in psychology. On that note, I just returned from a discussion with my tutor about a previous assignment that I didn't completely understand. I asked her how I could fix the mistakes I made and what I could've done to write a better paper. She told me that we're expected to make mistakes--if we all knew exactly what we were doing and handed in perfect work, her role as a tutor would be useless. This is so true, and her words are reassuring enough but when you're at the end of your undergraduate degree and intend to study more, every percent begins to count. You start to feel like there's no more room to make mistakes--that any mistake you could make should've been made earlier. Either way, the underlying principle holds true: we live, we learn.