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Although i am less upset about the dissertation today, i'm still quite stressed about how i am going to get it into shape in the 10 days avaoiable to me. I know i have the option of two further weeks, but i'd really like to get it in on time, to avoid the complications that handing it in late will have on my graduation.
I'm to-ing and fro-ing between two states of mind - one where i am inclined to do only as much work as i can fit into the time and to refuse to let it become a dominant feature of the next week, the other is determined to work as hard as i can on it in the aim of getting the best mark possible.
Oh i don't know. Its all a bit confused.
Its so hard to focus on positive changes to a piece of work when you're head is still reeling from the criticism it received in its present form. Its also hard to go from that feeling of it almost being finished, to it seeming like i'm back at the start again. Though, that latter qualm has been somewhat relieved by the fact that i made quite a bit more progress on the re-draft of chapter one than i thought i would. I'm trying to get that done my mid-way through tomorrow, as i am still a bit unsure as to what exactly the supervisor wanted from it, so if i do what i think is needed soon-ish, i will have plenty of time to send this next draft to her and get some feedback on that too.
Anyway, off the dissertation. I'm supposed to be giving my head a break from it so that i am refreshed properly before tomorrow's stint!
With that in mind, before dinner tonight i went for a walk up to the post-box. Techinically, i didn't need to go, as i initially planned to post my letters in the morning when i go to the newsagent to get the papers, nor did i go to the box closest to the house - but i wanted a walk really. I've only been for a wander around the area a couple of times since i moved back and it reminds me how different it is to Manchester. In the eveining, its so quiet. Really peaceful. There are no cars on the roads in the estates and when you get up to the road by the farm you can hear owls hooting in the barns and the trees. Today it was especially relaxing as the gras had just been cut on all the verges yesterday and this morning, so that lovely cut-grass smell was still in the air. I think i definitely like it better here than in Manchester - purely because this place has a much better feeling about it.
I'm to-ing and fro-ing between two states of mind - one where i am inclined to do only as much work as i can fit into the time and to refuse to let it become a dominant feature of the next week, the other is determined to work as hard as i can on it in the aim of getting the best mark possible.
Oh i don't know. Its all a bit confused.
Its so hard to focus on positive changes to a piece of work when you're head is still reeling from the criticism it received in its present form. Its also hard to go from that feeling of it almost being finished, to it seeming like i'm back at the start again. Though, that latter qualm has been somewhat relieved by the fact that i made quite a bit more progress on the re-draft of chapter one than i thought i would. I'm trying to get that done my mid-way through tomorrow, as i am still a bit unsure as to what exactly the supervisor wanted from it, so if i do what i think is needed soon-ish, i will have plenty of time to send this next draft to her and get some feedback on that too.
Anyway, off the dissertation. I'm supposed to be giving my head a break from it so that i am refreshed properly before tomorrow's stint!
With that in mind, before dinner tonight i went for a walk up to the post-box. Techinically, i didn't need to go, as i initially planned to post my letters in the morning when i go to the newsagent to get the papers, nor did i go to the box closest to the house - but i wanted a walk really. I've only been for a wander around the area a couple of times since i moved back and it reminds me how different it is to Manchester. In the eveining, its so quiet. Really peaceful. There are no cars on the roads in the estates and when you get up to the road by the farm you can hear owls hooting in the barns and the trees. Today it was especially relaxing as the gras had just been cut on all the verges yesterday and this morning, so that lovely cut-grass smell was still in the air. I think i definitely like it better here than in Manchester - purely because this place has a much better feeling about it.