cw: gross. I remember dad telling when he wrote his (210page) dissertation he got violently ill leading up to the date. I remember in college one day printing out a term paper I had been working on for two months. I calmly got up, went to the bathroom, threw up, walked back to my chair and kept working. I don't do well with harsh deadlines. never have.
16 days will AZ btw. Cecilia is cleaning up my chest piece do I can't work on it. I have to build the shoulder missiles and do the wiring, I'm so close to being done!!!
You’ve got this. One piece at a time, and you’ll get there. I think you’re awesome.
So when we were taking our preliminary exams, you get put into a room with a specialized laptop that’s locked to most functions, that has the questions on it and you type out your response right then and there.
The absolute legend of our grad cohort got her laptop, went to her room, opened it up, read the question.. got up, sprinted to the bathroom to barf, walked back in, fucking aced it.
that's amazing. apparently its a normal thing, who knew? Dad told a lot of stories about his post grad days. btw. fun fact, I'm literally named after dads Dr advisor, Rollin Lassiter
Hunh!
it's dumb, idk why I go on about it. I kind of make it a joke that dad did it so I'd always remember that he had a phd (210 pages) but yeah, i haven't really had a harsh deadline in a while. just gotta get to work.
Pfffft. Heh.