"All learning is accompanied by pain."
(Aristotle)
Right. I'm in the midst of finding out just how I am supposed to get this thesis of mine approved by the English Department at SUNY Cortland. Whose chair, my dear Dr. Alwes, is stepping down as of next Tuesday. Katherine Mary, you are a nut. Am I a procrastinator? of sorts, I suppose. I thought there would be directions on this, or at least snacks on my journey.
Sorry, that's from listening to too much Andrew Bird over the course of my writing.
What strikes me as being really sick or sadistic is that I don't want to stop this writing. I want to write another thesis now. I want to write one completely with all the research I did and DID NOT USE on Lan Cao.
It's like my nerdiness will never cease... I'm still trying to figure this out. I'm trying to figure out why I don't feel like I'm all that fabulous in the realm of English yet don't want to stop writing. And why couldn't I felt like this about all my classes?
Why do I shed tears after turning in my final draft to my prof? I mean, seriously, I want to sit here with my head on my desk and cry, as if I lost a dear friend and not out of relief. I feel bereft.
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Sounds to me like you need to write a book...
I felt that way after the wedding (totally different, I know, but bear with me...). I think it's normal to feel a sense of loss after completing a huge, mammoth task-- even if it was stressful and difficult, when it's gone, you miss the place it filled in your life.
kristina -- i totally get what you're saying...i've actually compared the two when talking about them to people who have had that experience.
kaminator -- perhaps you are right...
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