Mar 04, 2007 15:30
I do okay when a heavy load of work is on me, but for my thesis, a lot of it is dependent on participants. Will they show up? Are they color blind? Will they laugh too much? So here I sit, waiting for my final participant praying that she shows up and is not color blind. My thesis advisor said that he often thinks that the last participant is against him; I am starting to believe the same thing. Just when I think I'm done . . . something changes! Grarrr. There is a girl typing a paper down the hall from me. I am considering asking her to be my participant if the next one doesn't show up. I will stoop to great lengths to get thesis participants.
Okay, this is a boring entry. But, oh, the door just opened. That might be my thesis participant. If I continue writing, false alarm. If not . . . herrre I go!!!
This is the most worthless post ever.
Yeah, so I think that was a false alarm. It's sad how much time I spend on this third floor. An awkward prof I had freshman year always makes fun of me. I don't think he remembers my name, but thinks he should because he had me for two semesters.
uh oh. Another door. bye!