Cinnamon Asthenosphere 5
An Honors Thesis Spell
Mahakala, science-bearer, god of that great way of wisdom, I beseech you, for the time of the thesis is nigh.
I sing the terrible glory of your countenance, that you may guide me on your roads.
Arthapratisamvit, she of jewel and noose, she of the green meadow of analysis, guide my hand among the vines of statistical software, and guard my analyses against both type I and type II error. May I walk upright in the bright morning of statistical significance.
I beseech you, Thoth, you who did bring the arts of writing down to man, guide my hand upon the computer keys, that my introduction be well written, that my methodology be free of flaws, that meaningful results be followed by an insightful discussion. May your blessings flow upon these fifteen to thirty double-spaced pages, and upon its tables and figures as well.
O! Ogimus, old man lion-skin, who chains every ear to your quick-moved tongue, steer my speech before the defense committee, chain them to my every word.
Mnemosyne, do not desert me in that hour, or I will have no idea what the hell I'm talking about.
Bring my honors thesis to completion! Permit me graduation with distinction! Now! Hurry! Hurry! It's already February!
Mahakala, science-bearer, god of that great way of wisdom, I beseech you, for the time of the thesis is nigh.
I sing the terrible glory of your countenance, that you may guide me on your roads.
Arthapratisamvit, she of jewel and noose, she of the green meadow of analysis, guide my hand among the vines of statistical software, and guard my analyses against both type I and type II error. May I walk upright in the bright morning of statistical significance.
I beseech you, Thoth, you who did bring the arts of writing down to man, guide my hand upon the computer keys, that my introduction be well written, that my methodology be free of flaws, that meaningful results be followed by an insightful discussion. May your blessings flow upon these fifteen to thirty double-spaced pages, and upon its tables and figures as well.
O! Ogimus, old man lion-skin, who chains every ear to your quick-moved tongue, steer my speech before the defense committee, chain them to my every word.
Mnemosyne, do not desert me in that hour, or I will have no idea what the hell I'm talking about.
Bring my honors thesis to completion! Permit me graduation with distinction! Now! Hurry! Hurry! It's already February!