Monday, April 17, 2006
So, my thesis sucks.
And I was okay with that. I mean, it was done, right? That was all that mattered. It never occurred to me that people would actually read it. No, not real people. Just my thesis adviser and my second reader. But still, it's embarrassing. I like to think I could've done better if I'd cared more, if I'd tried more, if I'd put more effort into it. But maybe I couldn't. Maybe I just always procrastinate and then turn in stuff I'm not happy with so I never have to face the fact that I'm not satisfied with my writing. I can always blame the bad stuff on procrastination, not lack of talent. Clever little cognitive protection I've got going there.