Fin.
Well. It's done. Today I finally handed in my thesis. It was one of the most incredibly stressful handing-ins I've ever had. I think it was only the fact that I'd only eaten an advent calendar chocolate that stopped me throwing up. It was *even more* stressful than when I handed in my dissertation for my BA.
Let me remind you of circumstances surrounding the handing in of my undergrad dissertation:
It was due in at 4pm. By 3pm I'd just about finished proof-reading it ('sod it, chapter three doesn't really need a conclusion', etc.) and ran down the road to get the bus to university. At this point, believe it or not, I was cutting it fine. A cab drove past and I flagged it down; the driver said she was on her way to another job, but I must've looked desperate enough for her to take me with her anyway. So we collected her other passenger, and she dropped me off at the library. Which was full. I managed to find some girl I randomly knew and convince her to surrender her computer so I could print the dissertation out. At 3:55pm I ran across campus, burst into the office, and begged the secretary to do me a favour and bind the dissertation for me.
At which point she said that the deadline had been put back to 5pm - didn't I know?
(no, I bloody well didn't).
Now, bearing in mind that I could also hand my thesis in tomorrow if the worst came to the worst, I'm at a loss to explain why today was so awful. I mean, I was nervous before I stupidly bound both copies of the conclusion into the same thesis (we have to hand in two copies). Luckily the bindery staff were very nice and able to help me salvage it.
I'm just glad I decided to double check before I handed it in.
And I can't even have my end-of-thesis knitting'n'spinning party (when I say 'party' I mean me knitting the 20 stitches I'll be allowed to do per day and maybe getting started on some pre-drafting, while hoping that I don't get pain) since ol' muggins here agreed to do a completely voluntary translation for the completely voluntary Latin reading group tomorrow. Excuse me, I have 2 pages of Latin to translate.
Let me remind you of circumstances surrounding the handing in of my undergrad dissertation:
It was due in at 4pm. By 3pm I'd just about finished proof-reading it ('sod it, chapter three doesn't really need a conclusion', etc.) and ran down the road to get the bus to university. At this point, believe it or not, I was cutting it fine. A cab drove past and I flagged it down; the driver said she was on her way to another job, but I must've looked desperate enough for her to take me with her anyway. So we collected her other passenger, and she dropped me off at the library. Which was full. I managed to find some girl I randomly knew and convince her to surrender her computer so I could print the dissertation out. At 3:55pm I ran across campus, burst into the office, and begged the secretary to do me a favour and bind the dissertation for me.
At which point she said that the deadline had been put back to 5pm - didn't I know?
(no, I bloody well didn't).
Now, bearing in mind that I could also hand my thesis in tomorrow if the worst came to the worst, I'm at a loss to explain why today was so awful. I mean, I was nervous before I stupidly bound both copies of the conclusion into the same thesis (we have to hand in two copies). Luckily the bindery staff were very nice and able to help me salvage it.
I'm just glad I decided to double check before I handed it in.
And I can't even have my end-of-thesis knitting'n'spinning party (when I say 'party' I mean me knitting the 20 stitches I'll be allowed to do per day and maybe getting started on some pre-drafting, while hoping that I don't get pain) since ol' muggins here agreed to do a completely voluntary translation for the completely voluntary Latin reading group tomorrow. Excuse me, I have 2 pages of Latin to translate.
posted by DMK @ 9:19 PM
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