Last week, I thought my proposal was due on 22 June. I was working frantically to get a draft to my supervisor for her to bleed on. Bleed she did, and I stayed up most of Wednesday night and all of Thursday night to send something to her so we could talk on Friday.
As it turns out, 22 June was the deadline for a draft. My supervisor told me that I have about three or four drafts to do before I’m done (and she sounded fairly chipper, I might add). However, I got about five pages of handwritten notes out of our 90 minute conversation, for which I am exceedingly grateful. Now to get those drafts done so I can be done and move on.
In the course of the conversation, she said that at the end of this, I’d be an expert in my field. I find that simultaneously exciting and utterly frightening. I’m not ready to be an expert on anything. I don’t feel like I’m qualified to be an expert on anything. At this point, since I haven’t even conquered the proposal, I wonder whether I will get to that stage. But by God’s grace, I’ll try my level best (as we say here).
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