Ayan Na
Friday, August 25, 2006
As much as I love the flamboyance of my titi advisor and the fact that he has a tiny, pot-bellied Ganesh figurine in his office, I fear that he is turning my titi into something else, something that I, Little Miss I-Will-Do-A-Solo-Thesis-Because-Dagnammit-I-Have-The-Power-Of-Self-Belief-On-My-Side-So-Suck-Iiiiiit, just can’t handle. He means well, of course. In fact, everything he’s been telling me makes perfect sense. I just can’t shake the feeling that he’s taking me somewhere I don’t want to go. There has to be an alternate route. There has to be, or else I am fated to work on an impotent titi, a titi that I cannot love. Gasp.
Seriously, I’m starting to believe that I won’t be graduating on time. The thought had never occurred to me before, but then again, what long-term plans have I had that were accomplished according to schedule? Key life events have always happened to me either too early or too late, and if this titi is another manifestation of this irregularity, then I shouldn’t be surprised.
Of course, I’m also the type to scare myself shitless over a lot of things, so while my titi is being evaluated over the weekend, I will chalk all of this up to yet another case of paranoia. So while my mangled titi’s still in my advisor’s pigeonhole, while the need to slave over my titi’s kinks is postponed, while my non-graduation remains a theory, I will be
OFF TO THE SACRED HEART NOVITIATE FOR THE HEIGHTS WRITERS WORKSHOP TO GET ALL DELINQUENT AMIDST MEDITATING PRIESTS!!! WOOHOOOOOOO!!! CORNY RUN-ON SENTEEEENCE!!! BRING ON THE CRAZEH!!!
posted by marguerite @ 9:35 PM
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