I look for any excuse to feel that I am somehow on course when it comes to the Big-Ass Paper. Last night at a party for graduate students in my program, I drilled Ph.Ders about their thesis experiences.
"I thought I'd be done in the spring," one confided, "but didn't finish until Labor Day."
"I took five years to write mine," another chimed in. "Writing that thing and teaching at the same time is impossible."
Okay.
So, I'm on course.
It holds little comfort.
Now, instead, I'm trying to convince myself that I am the amazing, bionic thesis writer. I type pages in a single bound and destroy incoherence with my agile fingers.
And I wear a cape, of course. It is red.
3 comments:
you're inspiring me with your awesome metaphor and progress. did you watch bionic woman with lindsay wagner as a youth. i did.
i'm just glad you're wearing a cape; a red one at that... it helps me worry a bit less about your stress level when i picture that you are sitting in front of your computer, fingers flying and the cape draped about your lap. holds much comfort.
I had a bionic woman doll. I wanted a Barbie - got her instead. She was very - well - normally proportioned and therefore odd - not to mention that she had these little doors on her arms and legs that opened to reveal mechanical parts.
PS I also like cape. Is fun to imagine you wearing cape with tall boots - hands on hips - strong image.
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