I had a meeting with my thesis promoter.
AGAIN.
I didn't prepare for it for more than an hour and a half.
I thought he was going to yell at me again because I clearly didn't get it.
I thought he was going to fire me.
We had a great chat about Augustine, and I left with a very clear picture of what he wanted.
He only rubbed his forehead in frustration once. I feel like that's a new record, especially with no yelling involved.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
I am screwed.
It's 4 am.
My notes are terrible.
I have a meeting with my thesis advisor at 11am.
I have class at 9am.
I am drowning in articles and secondary sources.
In other words, I'm currently living out my thesis. This happens so often with philosophy lately that it's starting to make me motion-sick. I write an exam on Spinoza, all I can do is think like Spinoza for a week. I sit in a class on psychoanalysis, everything is a cigar. No, wait, the other way. Whatever. The point is that I want to have a good meeting, but I'm not ready. I know what I have to say, but I know it can't be ready by 11am, even if I did feel like working on it.
I'm now going to go and write something about how smart I think I am.
Please excuse me.
It's 4 am.
My notes are terrible.
I have a meeting with my thesis advisor at 11am.
I have class at 9am.
I am drowning in articles and secondary sources.
In other words, I'm currently living out my thesis. This happens so often with philosophy lately that it's starting to make me motion-sick. I write an exam on Spinoza, all I can do is think like Spinoza for a week. I sit in a class on psychoanalysis, everything is a cigar. No, wait, the other way. Whatever. The point is that I want to have a good meeting, but I'm not ready. I know what I have to say, but I know it can't be ready by 11am, even if I did feel like working on it.
I'm now going to go and write something about how smart I think I am.
Please excuse me.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Thesis meeting consisted in
Him telling me he didn't like it
come back next week
And, I suck.
ad infinitum, 15 minutes.
I think I will be happy if I can have a thesis meeting where I don't manage to get my thesis promoter into an apoplectic rage. Because I bring out the best in him. Really.
Although my friends tell me that if I listen and do what he says, that's all that really matters. I think they're right, but I was hoping I had nailed some of what he wanted me to say.
Hit and miss...or, rather, miss, miss, whiff, dislocate arm swinging, go to hospital, more missing, get hit in the nose with the ball, bleed congenially-to-death.
Him telling me he didn't like it
come back next week
And, I suck.
ad infinitum, 15 minutes.
I think I will be happy if I can have a thesis meeting where I don't manage to get my thesis promoter into an apoplectic rage. Because I bring out the best in him. Really.
Although my friends tell me that if I listen and do what he says, that's all that really matters. I think they're right, but I was hoping I had nailed some of what he wanted me to say.
Hit and miss...or, rather, miss, miss, whiff, dislocate arm swinging, go to hospital, more missing, get hit in the nose with the ball, bleed congenially-to-death.
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