I feel like a huge anvil has been removed from my head and off my shoulders just now. But then there is a thing piercing my OC-ness, because I wasn't quite satisfied that that anvil was removed. Why? It's because we are talking about my MSc dissertation!
I feel eewlllwwkkkk (that sound that I make when I feel awful and/or disgusted) because I just submitted a half-baked draft of my thesis manuscript. And not only that, I submitted it a day late too. :o( I really can't say that I wish I had more time, because I was given almost 3 weeks (18 days) to complete the task. But then, I wish I could have done more. Read more. Analyze some more. Wrote some more.
A first draft is a first draft. Ate Rina said something about writing something and getting it all perfectly in one sitting is really impossible. Well, if it is a blog entry, I really don't mind about typos or missed words or grammatical errors. I never edit blog entries because it is a blog entry. Other than that, I have a knack for changing and censoring stuff if ever I re-read a blog post even before posting it. I suddenly feel embarrased and afraid to show people about things that makes sense to me, because it might not make any sense to them. I actually have a lot of entries floating around my computer, but I hardly put them on the internet because I suddenly feel errr... to display them for the world to see.
Anyway, it is a first draft of my manuscript. I expect it to be bloody. Bloody because of all that red ink/ font color splashed around page after page. I expect comments such as-- how about the stat analysis for this? Can you do something to improve your map? Define and expound on your terms more! You wrote a lot of gibberish! It is more than the required number of words!... Oh dear, I'm getting ahead of myself. OC-OC-OC-OC-OC!
Oh well. I'll leave it be. I'm currently doing my laundry, after that a good floor hoovering will help me release all this feeling of disappointment (and probably a bit of self-loathing). How I wish we had a tub or a pool that I can soak all my misery in. I need lots of hugs! People! I need hugs! Come to me!
(It is my bloody MSc thesis! I have the right to be nervous!)
Maybe I should ask a hug from Tim (my thesis supervisor) tomorrow? At least I know I won't be facing a scary Brit winging about my work. Awww.... At least it is comforting to know that I can always laugh out loud around my Aussie advisor. "Bonza sport! Fancy a tinny?"