Ah the joys of being a mature student

I just turned thirty and I'm a student, again. I was a crap student when I first went to college and I was about as academic as a fence post. Not that I didn't have the brains ,I just wasn't bothered. I would have aced pontificating in the pub studies though, and yet here I am almost six months into a masters and almost ten years later since my first and lets be honest disastrous foray into academia. And let me tell you. I am frickin knackered! All fun and games I thought. Be a student, drink some beer, party some, talk about Chomsky and Beckett like I actually have a clue. Instead I spend almost all day every day, when I'm not in my morning lectures, sitting at my laptop either doing one of the 759 projects I have to do or researching my thesis. Seriously I better get the greatest job ever when I finish in September or some sort of cash prize. Id be happy with a few hours sleep though!