Tomorrow

[drydem]

Alright, tomorrow, I have my thesis oral exam. Which means that I'm totally stressing in a flipping out kind of manner. I don't quite know what to expect and that worries me.

Comments

[morbon-tg.livejournal.com]

I totally understand. You will do just fine.

[dyrecorn.livejournal.com]

Good luck! I don't have to face that for a couple more years... ^_^

[ombriel.livejournal.com]

Basically it's just a conversation with people who know more than you. They'll point out what you did well and then ask you to elaborate on certain points that needed refining or clarification in the thesis. They might talk about things that could have been done differently or challenge particular ideas. Then they will tell you that the work is acceptable and you only need to revise this. Then it's over, you have a little more work revising to do, and voila.

Don't sweat it. This ain't nothin.

[drydem.livejournal.com]

that's what people tell me, I just am still about as freaked out as I get, which isn't much in the grand scheme. My flipping out is like some people's normal, I'm just pretty laid back to begin with.

[bneuensc.livejournal.com]

If it would make you feel better, I could tell mild horror stories about having CCLK the Die-Hard Processualist telling me during my defense that my archaeology/folklore thesis really wasn't an archaeology thesis at all . . . .

But yeah, overall, what the snake-lady said. They ask you to elaborate, point out some things you didn't consider in the first round, and that's about it. Except you get to revise afterward, which I didn't for my senior thesis.

Enjoy getting out of frostbite!

[fallen-scholar.livejournal.com]

Expect a midget to give you a potted fern, then ask you why fern rhymes with tern.

Expect a thousand suns, fading into Shiva's left hand as she performs the dance that is the end of the world.

Expect an orgy. A big, sloppy folklore orgy.

Expect to see the greatest minds of your generation, starving, tortured by blandness.

Expect outsider art.

Expect to have to go ten rounds with a doughty Irishman.

Expect to have a pair of aloof ferrets sneak their way into your pants and begin a dance of apathy, as one advisor continuiously throws dinnerplates at you.

Expect to live under the thousands of gladiolias, and to meet the mushroom queen for a pass into the overunderworld.

Expect an imported nun, who will shout "Wrong!" and slap your hand with a yardstick each time you make any statement, even if it's obviously true.

Expect all these things and none of them will come to pass.

[danielmc.livejournal.com]

good luck
but relax and have a conversation instead of a defense if you can.