Today after lunch, I decided (like what I usually do now) to stay at the library (despite the fact that I don't have any classes anymore) in order to work this thesis thing out.
Although, I can say, it's almost, uh.. more than three-quarters finished, actually there are still a lot of things to be done. The content - it's okay. The minor parts - not yet. The formatting - definitely not.
I searched the CAS library's thesis area around 2 PM today for several samples, hoping to get some idea on how to do the proper formatting. And, tadaa! My gut feeling was right. I messed up with our formatting. Too bad we already submitted copies to our thesis readers.
What are they gonna say now? That we don't know how to properly write a thesis? I mean, the basic rules and guidelines in writing one? Darn.
I was pissed. But then the heavens must've turned the table around.
Luckily, I saw Fai that same afternoon. Holding a red pen, she's copyreading their thesis as well. And, she was alone, too. (Well, Blythe was there, but I am referring to our thesismates).
Why lucky?
Well, first, we had a quick talk about what's going on with the world ('with the world' I meant 'thesis world'). It's been five days since the last time I went to school. It turns out they're having a difficult time. They're exhausted. Quite full of this thesis sh*t. And I feel sad about it, too. Like her, I have been going through our draft over and over again just to make sure everything is in order -- and I don't deny the fact that by doing this, eventually, boredom, stress, and exhaustion will eat you. Just you. Alive.
Second, we figured out that a copy of the rules/guidelines for thesis writing is available at the Department of Biology through Ate Malou.
Third, my 'thesis excitement' began rising (at last, again) when I started telling myself that: finally, I will be able to do a major thesis reformatting. An 'extreme makeover.'
Fourth. Fai and I pala, we're not just brats. We didn't realize until today that we share a common illness. Lol.
Fifth. Life is never fair. It's either you sit back and relax, or spend the rest of your life working. You can't be both.
Sixth. Sense. Your senses do not lie. If you feel like there is something weird. There is.
Seventh. What am I doing.. I'm starting to talk nonsense.
Eight. It's a good thing that no one decided to go out with me this morning to watch Sweeney Todd. Lala and Arlene know why. I love you, guys. =) You've always been the best.
Ninth. My favorite number.
Tenth. Inspiration is not enough. Sometimes we hang on to pain, anger, revenge, and the like. They do it best. And not until the end of the day will you realize that you have just finished doing someting great. Something excellent. Something that you always thought could be done with just inspiration alone.
And I feel lucky today.
It wasn't only me after all.
I am not alone.
*Logo adapted from Extreme Makeover. (TM) and Copyright (C) by ABC.com
2 comments:
I can imagine what you must be feeling while editing your paper. We used up 2 reams of bond paper editing the drafts and 1 ream for the actual thing. 3 reams---man, poor trees.
uhmm. go go lang kuya. we can finish "this." somehow. someday. hahah. and oh! thanks ulet! :D:
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