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I'm a cheeseball and decided to add an acknowledgments section at the end of my thesis book:
"I owe a thank you to Jean Brennan, my thesis advisor, for her continuous guidance and reminder that in the end, thesis is “what [I] make of it.” Seven thank yous to my diverse and talented classmates for their insightful feedback and inspiration. Lastly, thank you to my friends and family, specifically my parents for their unconditional support.
Openness was not only a paper, visual project, or requirement for a Master’s degree. It was a process. Thus, I look at this thesis not as a completed package, but as another step in my continuum of learning."
Yesterday, when my friend and I were toiling away into the dead of night, she asked me if I were to do my thesis again, would I have picked the same topic. It's easy to look back and see how I could've done this and this better, honed that, been more specific here and broadened up there. There were times when I was researching, I would find a subject that made me go, 'Damn! I should've chose this instead!' But I realize now that although my thesis is flawed, that is not the point; it is a journey more than anything else.
I remember how I sat down with my advisor after our very first class in September just to go through my notes from my summer research class. There's the memory of seeing package slips in my mailbox and feeling a nerdy sense of delight knowing that books I ordered have arrived. I recall the nights of locking myself in to write pages and pages of my paper-Halloween included. There were dips along the way where I felt like I had no clue what I was doing. Yet, there were also times, such as after our Thesis I presentations, where I felt a complete sense of pride-not only for myself, but for our whole class. "We killed it!" we exclaimed. And it is the same for this semester; the same highs and lows are speckled through these long fifteen weeks.
My response to my friend was exactly this: there are many things I would want to do differently, but in the end, I recognize that the process was what mattered most. (Cue 2010 theme.) Actually, it's part process and part who you take the journey with. Thus, the second line to my acknowledgments probably mean the most to me-even more than the first line because ideas are never as great on their own.
Camaraderie is a blessing.
Me: What did you ask me yesterday again?
"If I could redo my thesis would I do the same topic?"
was that it?
Friend: yes
good question?
Me: yah good question
very reflective!
Friend: hahaha
did you write about it :>
Me: HAHAHAHA
you know me too well!
I'm writing about it now
=PPPPP
Friend: hahaha glad i know you before we graduate
no regret
"I owe a thank you to Jean Brennan, my thesis advisor, for her continuous guidance and reminder that in the end, thesis is “what [I] make of it.” Seven thank yous to my diverse and talented classmates for their insightful feedback and inspiration. Lastly, thank you to my friends and family, specifically my parents for their unconditional support.
Openness was not only a paper, visual project, or requirement for a Master’s degree. It was a process. Thus, I look at this thesis not as a completed package, but as another step in my continuum of learning."
Yesterday, when my friend and I were toiling away into the dead of night, she asked me if I were to do my thesis again, would I have picked the same topic. It's easy to look back and see how I could've done this and this better, honed that, been more specific here and broadened up there. There were times when I was researching, I would find a subject that made me go, 'Damn! I should've chose this instead!' But I realize now that although my thesis is flawed, that is not the point; it is a journey more than anything else.
I remember how I sat down with my advisor after our very first class in September just to go through my notes from my summer research class. There's the memory of seeing package slips in my mailbox and feeling a nerdy sense of delight knowing that books I ordered have arrived. I recall the nights of locking myself in to write pages and pages of my paper-Halloween included. There were dips along the way where I felt like I had no clue what I was doing. Yet, there were also times, such as after our Thesis I presentations, where I felt a complete sense of pride-not only for myself, but for our whole class. "We killed it!" we exclaimed. And it is the same for this semester; the same highs and lows are speckled through these long fifteen weeks.
My response to my friend was exactly this: there are many things I would want to do differently, but in the end, I recognize that the process was what mattered most. (Cue 2010 theme.) Actually, it's part process and part who you take the journey with. Thus, the second line to my acknowledgments probably mean the most to me-even more than the first line because ideas are never as great on their own.
Camaraderie is a blessing.
Me: What did you ask me yesterday again?
"If I could redo my thesis would I do the same topic?"
was that it?
Friend: yes
good question?
Me: yah good question
very reflective!
Friend: hahaha
did you write about it :>
Me: HAHAHAHA
you know me too well!
I'm writing about it now
=PPPPP
Friend: hahaha glad i know you before we graduate
no regret