This weekend was hellacious! Torture with a capital T. My advisor has been a huge pain in my ass for months now. This weekend he decided that he wanted me to completely restructure the discussion section of my paper. I was supposed to have mailed a copy of the pre-defense draft to the graduate school on Monday in order to defend in 3 1/2 weeks. So monday rolls around, after me spending the entire weekend chipping away at stylistic changes (which means bullshit, basically) and I am not entirely sure if the defense is happening or not. He alluded to the idea of changing the defense date if I don't satisfy his need for an organizational change of the draft. It was more than fine before. Finally at 4pm on Monday he called and said we were okay to go to defense....so I had to haul ass to print up 6 copies of this 200-page monstrosity of a document and I ended up shipping it overnight this morning. $100 later...I'm still silently fuming. I hate him. But at least I'm defending. Then he has no more power over me. Oh buddha will that feel good!
On a different note, we ended up at the hematologist's office on Monday afternoon because the wife almost fainted in the shower that morning. She has thalassemia minor...a blood disorder involving inefficient binding of iron in red-blood cells. So she looks anemic all of the time. Well, now that baby is taking all her iron and red blood cells, for that matter, the wife is feeling constantly dizzy and nauseous. We go back in 2 weeks for follow-up blood-work. If her levels haven't improved she will be getting a blood transfusion (one now and probably one during labor). Good times hey?
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My mother always equated the final preparation of her dissertation and the proceeding defense to an elephant rolling a peanut across the floor for the circus master. Your experience only makes that picture more real in my mind.
Meredith, I like that analogy. I'm going to borrow it!
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