The Grad School Diaries: Episode 16 - Sometimes you come to a party only to be jolted back to thesis writing

Trust me. I have no problems when it comes to saying NO now to parties but when The Mother plays that "I'm-alone-I-don't-have-a-driver" card, I have no choice but to get my ass back to the driver's seat and be my mother's plus one.

I attended a Christmas party last year, thinking I'd probably amuse my self by watching the ladies shake their booties for a dance number contest where my mother is one of the judges. We came in late, sat on the table for the guest judges, when my mom's friend, a professor in the university where I study and where I am currently working, asked me across the table:

"How's your thesis going?"

"I'm data gathering, Tita". I answered. Not really. There's data, I need to gather. 

But heck, it's the holidays so let me enjoy this nice cold weather while eating M&Ms and watching Friends on DVD.

"Good" she said. "Because you're only allowed 3 residencies and a summer to work on it, that is after you've finished your thesis units. Otherwise you will receive a failing mark and will have to repeat the entire thing all over again."

And with that statement alone, in the middle of hips shaking, loud music,  people laughing... I panicked right on the spot. 

Few days after that thesis panic attack, I spent the next two days engaged in my laptop, screencapping like crazy for my thesis. Come January, I showed my data that I gathered to my adviser and received a promising go signal. "You are ready to write".

Any writer will tell you, that the hardest part of writing is the start of writing. I cannot say I can't write because, here I am blogging once again when I thought this blog is taking a back seat this year, but NO.

I've been planning to have an exercise regimen this year, but with my new job and schedule, NO.  

I'm running after a deadline. The little ADHD girl in me wants to finish my thesis and get my MS Degree so I can start on another adventure that I've been planning ages ago.

I guess this is me, again, hopefully NOT for the entire year. Unless I manage to get my guy friends who always kidnap me for a lunch/hang out  to come jog with me.