good things/bad things
Bad: boyfriend with stomach bug means we both get to sleep pretty late (but at least I wasn't the one throwing up!)
Bad, very bad: dragging out of bed at 9:30, checking email, discovering that exam I thought was this afternoon was actually in the morning and had, in fact, already started.
Better: showing up just in time to not miss any of the listening section (it was a Chinese exam). Having enough time to finish everything despite having showed up about an hour late (most people left much earlier).
Good: learning that thesis advisor had been (kinda) bragging on me and my thesis defense to Chinese professor. Getting told, "Consider grad school." Flash back to rather flattering conversation about the thesis when I took it to advisor to get the final signtures yesterday. Try not to skip out of exam room. Leave building sort of bouncing. Weather is beautiful.
Bad: Coming home, vegging out halfheartedly for hours, and not getting anything at all done on the project I have to turn in at my last exam tomorrow afternoon, and which I have barely started. I'm sure I'm not the only one familiar with this feeling--stomach-clenching nervousnsee combined with an apparent total inability to just start writing. All I want to do is nap. I finished the damn thesis. It was a good thesis. Can't I be done now?
Bad, very bad: dragging out of bed at 9:30, checking email, discovering that exam I thought was this afternoon was actually in the morning and had, in fact, already started.
Better: showing up just in time to not miss any of the listening section (it was a Chinese exam). Having enough time to finish everything despite having showed up about an hour late (most people left much earlier).
Good: learning that thesis advisor had been (kinda) bragging on me and my thesis defense to Chinese professor. Getting told, "Consider grad school." Flash back to rather flattering conversation about the thesis when I took it to advisor to get the final signtures yesterday. Try not to skip out of exam room. Leave building sort of bouncing. Weather is beautiful.
Bad: Coming home, vegging out halfheartedly for hours, and not getting anything at all done on the project I have to turn in at my last exam tomorrow afternoon, and which I have barely started. I'm sure I'm not the only one familiar with this feeling--stomach-clenching nervousnsee combined with an apparent total inability to just start writing. All I want to do is nap. I finished the damn thesis. It was a good thesis. Can't I be done now?