woe is me. srsly.

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Dear Professors Who Might Be My Dissertation Director But I Don't Know Because You Won't Communicate with Me (Now the I Finally Worked Up the Gumption to Do So, Which Was Actually Quite Traumatic, Which You Ought to Remember, Given That You Both Finished Your Own PhD's Within the Last Ten Years):

Please respond to my email. Yes, it's not your fault that I should have been discussing topics with you last semester, but it is your fault that you haven't responded to the email I sent you Saturday.

I have heartburn. I want to cry. I want to rend my clothing. I want to tear out my hair. I want to drop out of school.

I won't, because I'm a masochist. This is merely my periodic grad school panic attack.

It never feels mere.

And you, sir and madam, are not helping.

So, please reply.

Thanks,

That Girl Who Was So Smart and Interesting in Your Classes