TGIF

As of 8 o'clock this beautiful Friday morning, I am finished with the stupid digital portfolio and research component, AND as such, should have smooth sailing and relatively nothing to do from here until graduation.

This comes as an especial delight as I spend this entire past Wednesday in Kirksville working on it. Let me illuminate. I left home at 7 a.m. Arrived on campus at 9. Went to work immediately in the library, meeting up with my advisor around 9:45. During the next TEN hours, my advisor keeps me working. Around 4 she informs me that although she could sign off on my portfolio, she thinks I can do better. Now, honestly, I don't give a rat's behind. I just want to get the whole worthless mess out of my hair and get back home in time for dinner. Which, since it's a two hour drive, would mean I'd have to have left then. I talked to some of the other MAE people up there and found it amazing that their (different) advisors aren't nearly so picky and anal like mine. Their advisors don't obsess about one word on a title page that they don't think is just right. (She wouldn't even believe her bible, the 2005 MLA handbook, so I had to redo everything for her exacting standards.) I apparently got the advisor who actually thinks that this portfolio is meaningful and expects me to feel similarly. She wants perfection. I want good enough. So after working for ten hours, the only reason we quit working was because the lab was closing and they kicked us out. Luckily, I was pretty much finished at that point, and all I needed to do was go home, burn a couple of CDs and print out a copy of the research paper. So as of now, it is OUT OF MY HAIR and is the postal service's problem. I hope I never hear another word about the whole stinking mess.