wah

Are you sick of hearing about my thesis yet? Good. Me too. But seriously here is my last week.
I spent somewhere between 20-30 hours staring at this:

I wrote a lot of words.
Then I would send in a draft and then after two days of anxiety-induced nausea and insomnia, I would get a reply that implied I was not fit for academics. And then I go through this again. And again. It makes me feel really good and worthwhile.


Despite these vile feelings toward everything having to do with my program of study, I applied for December graduation. When I called my grad coordinator to have it processed and approved, she told me I was missing 5 classes. I seriously thought I was in a nightmare and I almost started screaming. Do I sound like a crazy person? Because that is what I feel like. Don't worry though, she realized it was a mistake and fixed it. The deadline for defending this masterful work of art is Dec. 2, so maybe in a couple months this will all be over.  Bad week.