PHEWWWW!!!
That was the exhalation of grief and subtle worry that had been caroming about in my head for the last week and a half. Following this exhalation was the inhalation of possibility and a smile taken up the space on my head previously held by a furrowed brow. Yes possibilities again lie in place before me.
My stress and slight anxiety over the past week and a half have come about from not being able to get ahold of the original third member of my thesis committee. When my chair sent me the comments from my second in department reader he told me that my outisde department reader was MIA and that I should really try to get a hold of him. After sending emails, a letter, and the like to try to get a hold of him, and to send my information along so that he could get a hold of me I felt like I was slamming my head against a brick wall, and almost ready to do it in reality.
I emailed my chair to tell him of my frustration and what was going on with my inability to contact this reader, to which he repsonded "have you thought about dumping him for another" well this is pretty late in the game so I asked for advice or suggestions on this and didn't hear back, then I tried again and got an auto response that he was out of the office last week. Finally I emailed him again at the beginning of this week and yesterday he told me that he had discussed it with several others and he had someone in mind and to wait for him to feel him out and get back to me.
Today I woke up to an email that said he agreed to read and be on my committee, crisis averted. I hadn't realized just how much weight that had put on my shoulders, but it sure as hell lifted after that, and now I am back on track like I had hoped to be, so soon I will be a Master of the Art of Anthropology, as things keep working out when they look like they won't I have no choice but think I will pass with flying colors, really there is no other outcome to this journey, no other outcome makes sense.
That was the exhalation of grief and subtle worry that had been caroming about in my head for the last week and a half. Following this exhalation was the inhalation of possibility and a smile taken up the space on my head previously held by a furrowed brow. Yes possibilities again lie in place before me.
My stress and slight anxiety over the past week and a half have come about from not being able to get ahold of the original third member of my thesis committee. When my chair sent me the comments from my second in department reader he told me that my outisde department reader was MIA and that I should really try to get a hold of him. After sending emails, a letter, and the like to try to get a hold of him, and to send my information along so that he could get a hold of me I felt like I was slamming my head against a brick wall, and almost ready to do it in reality.
I emailed my chair to tell him of my frustration and what was going on with my inability to contact this reader, to which he repsonded "have you thought about dumping him for another" well this is pretty late in the game so I asked for advice or suggestions on this and didn't hear back, then I tried again and got an auto response that he was out of the office last week. Finally I emailed him again at the beginning of this week and yesterday he told me that he had discussed it with several others and he had someone in mind and to wait for him to feel him out and get back to me.
Today I woke up to an email that said he agreed to read and be on my committee, crisis averted. I hadn't realized just how much weight that had put on my shoulders, but it sure as hell lifted after that, and now I am back on track like I had hoped to be, so soon I will be a Master of the Art of Anthropology, as things keep working out when they look like they won't I have no choice but think I will pass with flying colors, really there is no other outcome to this journey, no other outcome makes sense.
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typhannie:
heheheh 
xox
xox
zombiekittybot:
Ha you know with my luck ill probably break my face or something.