My computer is in the shop getting repaired. Again. Dead iSight this time. So I'm hijacking the wife's computer.
I'm headed back home today. We're also buying a car soon. I have a date for my defense.
I have to go to school this morning to discuss "final things" with my advisor. He's leaving for the summer. Not really sure why this conversation is necessary. I see him every day. He has my draft. What more does he want from me? Honestly, I'm just ready to be rid of him. In the back of my head, I'm formulating a post on "what I learned in grad school." I think it's of interest to no one but me, but it feels like something I need to get off my chest.
Beyond that, not much is going on. I feel kind of like ass this morning. Like I have indigestion or something. I'm sure I'll live.
See you kids later.
I'm headed back home today. We're also buying a car soon. I have a date for my defense.
I have to go to school this morning to discuss "final things" with my advisor. He's leaving for the summer. Not really sure why this conversation is necessary. I see him every day. He has my draft. What more does he want from me? Honestly, I'm just ready to be rid of him. In the back of my head, I'm formulating a post on "what I learned in grad school." I think it's of interest to no one but me, but it feels like something I need to get off my chest.
Beyond that, not much is going on. I feel kind of like ass this morning. Like I have indigestion or something. I'm sure I'll live.
See you kids later.
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Good luck
And moving on is a bitch in many ways, it would seem.