So, I have emailed my thesis supervisor the pretty-much-final draft of my thesis. It’s the last time she’ll look at it, which has to come as some sort of a relief for her. It’s kind of hard to believe that something that’s been part of my life and my headspace for so long is coming to its end. Hard to believe how different my life was a year and a half ago when I started Honours. Hard to believe how much I’ve changed, and what I’ve learned over that time. Hard to think about the fact that Bec and I would have been graduating together without getting a lump in my throat.

Although it’s driven me to distraction, not to mention tears, on many occasions, I’m so glad I’ve stuck with it. I’ve learned a lot, not only about my subject matter (speaking of which, I think I’m going to lay off reading anything about incest for a while after this next week is over), but all sorts of jolly intangibles that have taught me about who I am and how I work. It’s given me a greater sense of discipline about my writing, and has forced me to find the time to focus on my more creative work – an important lesson, because as anyone who writes knows, it can be so easy to deprioritise your creative life when big things start happening.

I’m seeing my supervisor later on today, when she’s had a chance to read it all. I’m hoping there’s no major reconstruction work that needs to be done that we’ve both somehow missed up until now. I’m also fervently hoping that she doesn’t say anything like “Aimee, some of these latest changes read like they’ve been made at the last minute by someone operating on very little sleep and possibly under the influence of alcohol.” Because if she does, I am honest to a fault, and will be forced to admit that I was up until all hours last night, making merry at Gurlesque, and pole-dancing and shaking appropriate bits of my anatomy to Peaches’ “Shake Yer Dix”.

Which I feel would perhaps not be overly beneficial to our professional student/teacher relationship.

2 Responses to “So.”

  1. gypped Says:

    I’d love to read the thesis, Aimee!

  2. Liah Says:

    Eeee! You made it to Gurlesque! 🙂

    I didn’t 🙁 (Damn projects grumblegrumble…)

    Also: I’m glad you didn’t permenantly delete a chapter of your thesis.