Nothing I can do now, but . . .
At first, I was seriously crushed. A bad review and I might be charged for being such a terrible academic. Super. But then I figured, most people pay tuition. How freaking lucky am I that I dodged that bullet for so long? I was even funded to go to Hungary for research and language classes. Two different trips! I learned to read Hungarian while doing this dissertation, so talk about personal growth! If I have to pay a few thousand bucks because I couldn't get my ducks in a row in time, so be it. Hubby agreed. Further, I'm pretty sure getting a PhD is supposed to be soul-crushing. And, at the end of the day, Hubs and I are both healthy and happy, so other stuff is just icing.
Even with all of these rational thoughts, I now have this nagging little voice that greets me each morning with, "you suck". I'm hoping that passes :)
|Inspired by this, but I used a photo from Hungary. Seems fitting.|
I'm in need of some "Work Isolating Neutralizer Extract" (WINE).