Well, these
weeks I've been a little collapsed for several reasons, partly labor but above
all personal (health). This has made the corrections has been delayed again.
And for the umpteenth time.
Recently I had
an informal meeting with my direction of thesis. Her, aware of the good that is
putting time limits for such things, has told me already approximate date of
reading and defense of the thesis (June 2012). What I said is... I want the
draft corrected the month that comes. I appreciate it very much because this
will help me to get the batteries.
For my part, I
am in this magical point... Magic... in which hate everything to do with the
thesis. And when I say hate I mean "disgust eternal and sublime" write my paper. I
hate the only thesis concept and everything that implies, hate the subject of
my thesis, and hate to see any paper that has to do with her.
This, basically,
what indicates is that I am coming to the end. The eternal disgust is one of
the best indicators of "final stage" of the doctoral process. And if
it's indicator, I think that I will put "cum laud" safe. SAFE.
I can't, I
can't... Anyway, I'm writing this from the University Library... with my leg
tied to the table... and surrounded by the thesis papers...
Much
encouragement to the you're like me... say there is life during and after
this...
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