The joys of being ill and rattling with painkillers.
So much for my super ambitious plan of getting something done today.
For the first time
ever since we met 18 months ago: Sam has a hangover.
I’ve just sent off my First Year Report (which I’ve been working on since May) for assessment. To celebrate, here’s a comparison between that and the next most recent important piece of work…
MA Thesis: 11,952 words (48 off absolute maximum)
PhD First Year Report: 15,973 words (27 off absolute maximum)
MA Thesis: 17 references (1:703)
PhD First Year Report: 43 references (1:371)
MA Thesis: 100% of final content
PhD First Year Report: approx 26% of final content.
Got my Annual Review information.
Apparently I’m being assessed by two lawyers (including arguably one of the most important legal scholars in the country).
I am a philosophical bioethicist with only a vague grasp of some aspects of mental health law.
Well. I’m fucked.
Oh, and today my law supervisor asked me if she could show my literature review to one of her other PhD students (who’s studying a completely different topic) because she “would really benefit from seeing a very good example of a lit review” and “would really appreciate the good example” that I’ve set.
Maybe I ought to calm down with the whole “I’m not good enough to be here” thing for a bit, after all…