My presentation went well miraculously. I finished creating my Power Point Slides the day before, and didn’t have enough time to practise, so it was a series of stiffness and uneasiness, and awkward silence sometimes. But a miracle happened, I got a good grade in it.

I started to contact an agent company again, which represented me to apply to university last year. I decided to request them to apply for a PhD programme this time.

Luca and I went to a burger shop last night and discussed our news and careers over burgers and peanut butter milkshakes. He gave me a little thing and a card, and we became friends again. We had a quarrel last week about a tiny thing. Everybody at uni is under great stress in this season.

Truly back to study

I was called back to reality and took the first step into two essay projects and my research proposal to apply for a PhD. But I am still in total darkness. Two meetings with professors today went well, and my professor said that we would work on my proposal together from now on. But completing my master’s course comes first.

Whenever I talk to my friends about my research topic that I chose for a module, everybody says ‘I wouldn’t do that.’ Yes, I know that it’s a gamble whether to go for a common one or a challenging one. I really know that setting a plan properly and preparing it well in advance are extremely important, as I made some mistakes in my past research. How stressful these are!

‘The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go’ (Dr Seuss, 1978).