OK, I went to see my professor today since I have to hand in my final thesis on March 3 (that’s two weeks to go). I have had already four appointments with him where we discussed my thesis: What I wanted to write about, my outline, the content … normal stuff. We talked extensively about my outline, went over every chapter I wanted to write and why I needed it. Everything was fine.Now, today I wanted to check back, ask a couple questions and maybe fuse some chapters because it would have made more sense. He looks at my outline (which he has already seen three times in the last 5 months!), though of course it is a little more detailled now that I’ve actually written everything. He frowns and then says “Why did you put Part B here? Do you really need Part B? Why isn’t Part B within Part A?” I goggle at him and pull out my notes from our other meetings, go through them and then say: “Because on our second meeting you told me to do exactly that, because of [argument he gave me then].”

He frowns again and then remembers. “Ah, yes. I remember, I told you to do that. Right. But now that I am looking at it, it makes more sense to switch this and that part around, make this one your main discussion and throw away this part.”
And I felt the sky crashing on my head! So, after months and months of work where I did exactly as we agreed on, now it’s suddenly not so good anymore and I have not even two fu**ing weeks to re-write almost 80 percent of my 100 page thesis!

I am panicking slightly, my pulse is setting new records for me and my mind is blank with shock. I cut down on my work as a working student; I need the money badly, but handing in the thesis on time is even more urgent.

*argh* Sorry, I had to rant! I feel better now. I am going back to writing. Bye.

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