Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Trying Not to Barf, Part 3

I just sent off an e-mail to Potential Thesis Advisor #2, D., requesting a meeting to "discuss my thesis and the best way to move forward."

Oh, he is going to think I am a Lamo Lazy-ass, I just know it.

Am I a Lamo Lazy-ass?

[full-on, tsunami-grade waves of nausea crash over me]


  1. Duh, you are NOT a Lam Lazy-ass! You have been so proactive and reasonable and careful in your approach to this whole situation when most of us would have just been sitting there curled up in a ball and considering dropping out of school. Why do you think D. will believe otherwise?

  2. You are SO NOT a lazy ass!

    You'll be fine. He'll say, "Of course I'll be your advisor! You deserve better than that Lamo Lazy-Ass advisor you got stuck with. Your thesis is brilliant!" And all will be well.

  3. I'm totally backing up Jess and Lisa...you are not a Lamo Lazy-ass. Come on, you made soap from scratch. You're passing out surveys for your research. Those things are neither lamo nor lazy-ass.

    (I wouldn't let anyone else talk about you like that, so I'm certainly not going to let you say that about yourself.)

  4. No, not a lazy ass. The progression of any thesis is 2 steps forward, 2 steps back until you get so frustrated at the lack of progress that you hurl yourself towards the finish line.


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