Brain Dead
This morning, one of the people in my lab was defending. It was an open defense at 8:00 am. I planned to go. I emailed the girl who was defending. I discussed it with a labmate.
This morning, I got off the train and was heading to the lab when I realised I had completely forgotten about the defense. I was already late, so I couldn't go.
Gah! I feel very stupid. At what point do I grow up?
posted by Aislinn Sirk @ 9:53 AM
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I think it is just one of those kind of days. Today I planned to go to an all day (11:30-5) symposium, do an all day experiment, and I set up times to show two people our apartment. Maybe we will both organize our tomorrows better.
Tooommoooooooorroooow, tommmoooorrrow, I luv ya tomooooorooooooow!
What is defending? Is he/she wear a body armor suit and mounting a horse and jousting?
All I know is that it is raining here and soggy and cold.
Defending is one of the last steps in getting your PhD or Masters. You submit your thesis to a commitee (3-6 experts) and then you have an oral defense, where you "defend" your research. You basically prove that you understand what and why you did your work.
Then you revise your thesis (usually very minor revisions, maybe a couple days) and submit it and you graduate.
OH, that's defending. I so couldn't get a Masters if I had to defend. I'd get all stuttery and such.
I hate it when that happens. I do it with Doctors appointments and such.
*hands Bob a depends*
breezy!
I'm SHOCKED! Does Nookie know you are riffling through her medicine cabinet?
Shame on you! Sounds like something I'd do.
Can we all come to your dissertation defense some day?
You can't come to mine because
a) it was closed
b) it was 2 years ago
We should all go to Iggy's though, I think.
These things will happen.
I one signed my boss up for a conference given by an association whose conferences we didn't usually attend. We did keep an eye on them, though. This one was current and the topic was of interest to us at the time.
The day of the conference came and went. Boss and I went about our business.
The next day, I went into his office to ask about something. I said: "Well, today's the 20th... *pause* Which means yesterday was the 19th..." "Shit. The workshop."
Then I called the association to see if they could mail a copy of the Proceedings to me.
Can I have a poutine and two Cokes to go please?
Oh, what? This isn't the chip truck?
*wanders away, lost*
You may all come to my defense. I expect it to occur sometime next century. :)
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