So part of the thing about theis is that you have to defend it in front of four profs at your orals. This doesn't really sound bad to me. I'm not stressing over whether I'll crack up or anything. I think I have a fairly good understanding of what I did for my thesis and why, and all of that other stuff.
However. I'm supposed to find a fourth reader. The first three are supplied for me, but that fourth one, I have to find. Wouldn't be a huge deal, except I have now asked like six people and no one has the time available.
I'm not sure what happens if I actually can't find anyone. I mean, fuck! Even people in the dance and theatre department are booked. I've moved on from people that I know and I believe I'm now past people that might be interested because of overlap in ideas. Now I'm on to "people who might have time" and that's pissing me off. I really like my thesis. I think it's really interesting, especially now that I hae my results all tabulated and stuff. It's fucking exciting.
I'm in one of those moods where what I really want to do is just list all of the things that I hate. Like the spot on my computer screen that I am too lazy to clean, and that lawn mower outside, and that my housemate is sick which makes me too scared to sleep at home, and the fact that i can't get work done, and my coffee mug, and that sweater over there.
Happy almost passover, guys. Eat some matzo.
However. I'm supposed to find a fourth reader. The first three are supplied for me, but that fourth one, I have to find. Wouldn't be a huge deal, except I have now asked like six people and no one has the time available.
I'm not sure what happens if I actually can't find anyone. I mean, fuck! Even people in the dance and theatre department are booked. I've moved on from people that I know and I believe I'm now past people that might be interested because of overlap in ideas. Now I'm on to "people who might have time" and that's pissing me off. I really like my thesis. I think it's really interesting, especially now that I hae my results all tabulated and stuff. It's fucking exciting.
I'm in one of those moods where what I really want to do is just list all of the things that I hate. Like the spot on my computer screen that I am too lazy to clean, and that lawn mower outside, and that my housemate is sick which makes me too scared to sleep at home, and the fact that i can't get work done, and my coffee mug, and that sweater over there.
Happy almost passover, guys. Eat some matzo.