Venting
So I'm a little (read: lot) terrifed.
It's November 20th, and I'm just finishing chapter 3 (of 4) of my thesis. Although that's not so bad considering a month ago I found out all my data was faulty, it's still due, in all it's edited glory, on December 1st. I still have no panel, not even a second reader (the whole point of which is to help you through your writing process...oh well), and I haven't gotten anything I've handed in back yet. I want to die.
It's November 20th, and I'm just finishing chapter 3 (of 4) of my thesis. Although that's not so bad considering a month ago I found out all my data was faulty, it's still due, in all it's edited glory, on December 1st. I still have no panel, not even a second reader (the whole point of which is to help you through your writing process...oh well), and I haven't gotten anything I've handed in back yet. I want to die.