Master’s corrections. The pain, the horror, the ineffable tugging at the belly of angst.
You’ve sent off your thesis some months ago with hope and terrible trepidation. 1,066 more words
My deadline has come and gone. Approximately 50 000 words have been wrapped, packaged and shipped off to strangers. It is my most fervent hope that they will cast kind eyes upon it, but I am faced with a more pressing problem now that my Master’s thesis is done: what now? 552 more words