Let me recount to you the past two days of my so-called thesis life. Yesterday, I hurriedly typed up the information that I wanted to be projected on the stark white wall in the Conference Room. I'm terrified of PowerPoint presentations because they never turn out the way I want them to, so OHP it is. I went to school to watch one of my batchmates' defense. When I got home, I finished off a bar of KitKat Chunky (Oh man, I'm addicted to this.) before taking a nap. I wanted to start on my presentation, but the Internet is evil. So after two hours of wandering aimlessly online (I promised myself an hour, but well..), I finally went to my room and read through my thesis. I found so many typos! Eek. But anyway. After reading through it twice, I went back to the PC and typed up the "notes" for my presentation. I ended up staying up `til midnight cutting and pasting my notes onto 5x8 index cards. I practiced twice with my pretty hair thingy and I thought I sounded (not to mention, looked) pretty good. Hah.

So this morning, I got up pretty late. I didn't want to be stressed at all. I practiced a few more times, this time in my pseudo-corporate outfit. (I told my friend, can we wear sleeveless? It's a turtle neck, anyway. Heh.) I was originally going to wear a maroon dress to proclaim my love for my school. Haha, but never mind. I wanted to wear the hairband but the pink didn't go too well with the turtle neck, pinstriped pants look. Oh, and the killer shoes. My batchmates teased that I was armed with deadly weapons. Just in case.

I sat through my co-advisee's defense not thinking about my own. I was honestly not nervous, until I realized it was my turn! I spaced out about ten seconds while my adviser was introducing me. I wonder why. Anyway. I breezed through my presentation. I think I wasn't even stopping to catch my breath anymore. I found myself gasping at some point of my "speech". All in all though, I think I did okay. The panelists weren't as vicious or as harsh as I was expecting them to be. They were very helpful and they seemed to genuinely like what I did. So after ironing out the kinks of my thesis, they gave their nods. I am going to graduate. I am, I am! That is, after I pass my final copy on Thursday and discuss it Friday morning with my adviser. I will have to figure out where she lives.

My friend Kaye: MACY U ROCK! ;p u dnt stres n ur thesis too much, n u jst way r0ck!ü

I can't say I didn't stress at all, but yeah.. I rock. Haha (: