You might be writing your thesis if…

So, over the course of the last few weeks I’ve noticed certain changes in my behavioral patterns, some deliberate and some unconcious, that can only be ascribed to working on my thesis. Here is a list that is neither complete nor all-encompassing of things that indicate that you are writing your thesis.

You might be writing your thesis if…

You are constantly trying to save everything, from webpages to chat screens, because you are in the habit of hitting ctrl+s while typing.

You spend more nights in than out.

Everything is defined by your due date.

Your friends name your thesis.

You get excited about studying with someone, because hey, that’s a social activity.

You cry tears of joy for every chapter completed.

Every person you bump into asks how your thesis is going.

You quit making sense in normal conversations, either because you are being overly academic or tiredly stupid.

Every day is defined as good or bad depending on how much work you accomplish on your thesis.

You write lists called “You might be writing your thesis if…”

You utter the words, “I wish I could go drinking with you, but I have to work on my thesis.”

You come to hate the word thesis.

You are grateful your friends named your thesis, so you don’t have to call it a thesis.

You think that eating dinner qualifies as a break.

You think that a ten minute g-chat conversation is long.

You resent the time you need for sleep as stealing precious time needed for writing. Ditto for time for driving, showering, etc.

You become incredibly grateful for little breaks.

You find a million ways to kill time and not write on your thesis.

You resent having to do work for other classes.

You find yourself spending a fortune on paper and ink. On the bright side, you’re saving money because you have no time to go out anymore.

You are always on your computer and therefore always on the internet.

You spend more time in the library or at your computer than anywhere else.

~The Countess~


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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One Response to You might be writing your thesis if…

  1. Michelle says:

    Hey, how’s Wilke? ;)

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