Mid-semester
Been a tumultuous week. I'm really quite weary of being a master's student. I think my project is fascinating, but it's tedious at the same time. I admit I took a bit of a break from the time we went to Italy in early August until a month or so ago. That's a long time not to really be focused on one's thesis. My advisor knew that, and I think it pissed him off a bit, too, even though he's not paying me anymore.
Enter, motivation.
I have some big plans, ideas, and hopes for after college. I worry they'll be put in jeopardy if I delay.
So my goal was to get out of here as soon as possible to continue life after school for the first time since I was five years old. That's twenty years of school. My advisor, however, had different plans and ideas of where my work stands.
I will not, in fact, graduate this December. His guess is more along the lines of a 1 April defense. This isn't really acceptable to me, so my goal stands: prove him wrong. I already have a big chunk of the thesis written. I can do this. February.
Enter, motivation.
I have some big plans, ideas, and hopes for after college. I worry they'll be put in jeopardy if I delay.
So my goal was to get out of here as soon as possible to continue life after school for the first time since I was five years old. That's twenty years of school. My advisor, however, had different plans and ideas of where my work stands.
I will not, in fact, graduate this December. His guess is more along the lines of a 1 April defense. This isn't really acceptable to me, so my goal stands: prove him wrong. I already have a big chunk of the thesis written. I can do this. February.