Feeling very virtuous...
May. 5th, 2006 10:31 amOkay, everyone, drumroll....and then open the champagne!
Yes, it is true (gasp, faint), I have actually begun writing my thesis!!!!!!!!!! Worldwide celebrations!!!! I sat down about an hour ago, after having spent the previous hour sobbing as I read a story in The New Yorker about a woman who laboured for 3 days to give birth to a child she knew was stillborn (absolutely heartwrenchingly tragic), and just wrote.
Okay, so my 1000 words is full of stuff like FIND OUT THE EXACT DATE THIS HAPPENED and CHECK THIS BOOK BEFORE QUOTING IT - it's not exactly flawless, but it is nearly 10% of the whole thesis. When you put it like that, it sounds okay, especially since this week I'd been on an extended procrastination-trip (watching Scrubs, writing my LJ, phoning my dad for long D&Ms and re-reading Isobelle Carmody's Obernewtyn series, of all things...and getting irritated all over again that she still hasn't written the last book, and if she doesn't hurry up, I'll lose the teenage idealism which made those books so meaningful to me throughout my highschool years...)
Yesterday we had a tute where they talked to us about how to go about getting postgrad places. I've only just got my head around the fact that I'm an honours student, and now they want me to plan my phD thesis!?!? They handed out these intimadating phD proposals, written up like short essays, with four pages of bibliography. I've only just worked out my HONOURS THESIS, and they want me to plan for my phD? Luckily, everyone else was similarly horrified.
Before I go, a quote from my 6 year old cousin.
My grandfather is turning 80 in a couple of weeks, and was telling Lewis (cousin) that his birthday party was happening two weeks from now.
Lewis: How old are you turning?
Tony (grandfather): 80
Lewis: Oh, that's good. You've got all your 80s, and then all your 90s before we have to start worrying about you!
So, we've got it from Lewis: My grandfather must live until he is 100! Let's hope I take after that side of the family.
Yes, it is true (gasp, faint), I have actually begun writing my thesis!!!!!!!!!! Worldwide celebrations!!!! I sat down about an hour ago, after having spent the previous hour sobbing as I read a story in The New Yorker about a woman who laboured for 3 days to give birth to a child she knew was stillborn (absolutely heartwrenchingly tragic), and just wrote.
Okay, so my 1000 words is full of stuff like FIND OUT THE EXACT DATE THIS HAPPENED and CHECK THIS BOOK BEFORE QUOTING IT - it's not exactly flawless, but it is nearly 10% of the whole thesis. When you put it like that, it sounds okay, especially since this week I'd been on an extended procrastination-trip (watching Scrubs, writing my LJ, phoning my dad for long D&Ms and re-reading Isobelle Carmody's Obernewtyn series, of all things...and getting irritated all over again that she still hasn't written the last book, and if she doesn't hurry up, I'll lose the teenage idealism which made those books so meaningful to me throughout my highschool years...)
Yesterday we had a tute where they talked to us about how to go about getting postgrad places. I've only just got my head around the fact that I'm an honours student, and now they want me to plan my phD thesis!?!? They handed out these intimadating phD proposals, written up like short essays, with four pages of bibliography. I've only just worked out my HONOURS THESIS, and they want me to plan for my phD? Luckily, everyone else was similarly horrified.
Before I go, a quote from my 6 year old cousin.
My grandfather is turning 80 in a couple of weeks, and was telling Lewis (cousin) that his birthday party was happening two weeks from now.
Lewis: How old are you turning?
Tony (grandfather): 80
Lewis: Oh, that's good. You've got all your 80s, and then all your 90s before we have to start worrying about you!
So, we've got it from Lewis: My grandfather must live until he is 100! Let's hope I take after that side of the family.