Super-hyper-SMP mode episode 2. I'm taking a break to write this, because my brain needs to breathe.

On Monday, I edited my methods section and finished my results draft. I sent both of them to Debbie. I felt good. I was proud of the work I'd done. I'd done lots of stats, my tables were formatted correctly, and my graphs had some nifty data in them. Or so I thought! I got a reply today from Debbie that included...

I think that we should meet in person, especially to work through the quantitative analyses--they don't quite make sense. Are you available on advising day?

Blah. I am very frustrated with her. I'm sure she's frustrated with me, too, so at least it's even. I feel like I've been struggling to get her to understand what my SMP is ever since I first proposed it to her. I'm sure that part of that is a failure of communication on my part, but still... sometimes I feel like I'd be better off beating my head on a wall.

Today, I answered her questions and edited a few things. I put together my appendices, which turned out to be 40 pages long altogether. And that's single spaced! I decided to include the full text of the interviews in the appendices and they take up a huge chunk of that, but even so. I've typed a whole bunch.

I was planning to start on my discussion section today during my "Joanna in the library" time, but then I got that email and now I'm not sure which results to discuss. She doesn't like how I did my results, so how am I supposed to discuss them? She's probably going to tell me to change my analyses, and then I'd just have to redo my discussion. Blah. Blah, blah, blah.

BUT! I do have happy news to balance out the negative crap pouring out of my SMP. I officially have a room in the house on T Street starting in May. Perfect timing, don't you think? I'm super pumped. It's a good house full of good people. And it's one more thing to not have to worry about after graduation. Now I just have to get a job so I can pay rent. And graduate. I have to graduate, yes.

I feel like the little engine that could. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.