I have done this so often, and have never come to think of how a student feels when they are about to open their email with feedback from the writing centre. Today, the tables are turned on me. I submitted a draft. Yes, a draft in its most raw form. It is an important draft - my dissertation proposal. My dreams of graduating and finally enrolling for a PhD are tied to this draft. If at least the supervisors give it a nod, I will be one step closer to achieving a dream.
I have been making excuses about the quality of my draft. First, my work schedule was just packed, so I worked during the night. Second, my Word setting suddenly did not track typo and grammar errors. Third, and most importantly, I could have either edited the draft and missed the deadline, or just submitted the draft.
My conscience does not want to accept these excuses. My major irritation at the Writing Centre is with students who submit drafts just as the one I submitted to my supervisors. I should be hanging my head in shame. I am even scared to open the document. So, I am blogging about my fears, instead of blogging about the feedback I received. Pity, my system cannot take anything stronger than a cough mixture because I sure do not need a shot of courage.
Will be back to tell you whether the dream lives on or if I should be turning a hobby into a career. So here is to a PhD or a curtain maker.
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