quite possibly the worst day ever

academically speaking.

so yesterday, my first and second readers for my thesis told me they would need more time for a first draft, and so i am officially not graduating this spring.  i'm graduating in august (if i finish my thesis), instead.

understandably disappointed, i was.  but i was expecting it.

what i wasn't expecting was for my first reader to then accuse me of attempting to self-plagiarize my own work.  i thought i had made it clear that my thesis would be an expansion of a paper i wrote for my second reader, and so the thesis would include my method of analysis and the case study from my first paper.  apparently i was wrong.  i thought my proposal and my emails had been clear.  i have an email from my first reader purporting to give me permission to include prior work in my thesis.

i am currently trying to meet w/the [grad school] writing instructor, to see if i can rework the portions of my first paper that i was intending on using for my thesis.  she hasn't responded.  tomorrow i plan to talk to the graduate adviser about switching first readers if i can't figure out a way to write the paper i want, the paper i told my first reader i was going to write, the paper which he approved.

i will just have to take this all as a learning experience, and take comfort in the fact that i have been nothing but professional and honest and forthcoming in my dealings w/my now-asshole-first reader.

and i'm proud of myself for not calling Che yesterday when i was underslept, overly emotional, blubbering, and upset.  to tell the truth, i didn't even think of him until later on in the evening; by the time he called me i had pretty much calmed down.  the first person i did call?  MB.  he was as supportive as someone w/emotional issues can be.  he told me to suck it up.  then i talked to EW and TP.  and AA.  and JCG came over and got me to drink beer and eat brisket and onion rings.  D&G told me that my first reader has accused other students (unjustly) of plagiarism.  maybe it's just his thing.

sigh.  is this what real life is going to be like, w/douchebag supervisors and rude emails left and right?  maybe the worst part about this is that i actually picked my readers.  i suppose if i had multiple job offers (ha!) i would be picking my supervisors, wouldn't i?

that's one way to ruin a relationship.  sometimes i wonder how seriously i can take Che.  if i really up and moved to [fabulous city], never mind that i would be overly qualified and wouldn't take the job in a million years unless i had 4 starving mouths to feed or was in some equally dire strait, would he actually hire me?  he told me my options were either dockworker in his building, or his secretary.  the secretary position would require a lot of "extra attention" and lots of high heels.  riiiight.   at least i can bank on his attraction to me.  when we go to our 5yr college reunion this summer, he intends for us to have lots of the funny business.  he's getting really excited about the prospect of getting sweaty and making lots of noise on on of those lovely twin XL mattresses in the dorms.  i told him if he wants it, he should reserve a room, b/c i sure as heck won't.  maybe we can try to hit the whole "10 places you should have sex before you leave [the alma mater]" list.

EW was right.  even tho this has been a semester of unrelenting rejection, i'm not really 0 for 948576 jobs.  i'm actually 1 for 948577.  even tho i am not getting lovin in the professional development arena, there have been no shortage of boys in love w/me.  ha.