I can't believe my defense is over. This may very well be the last entry for this short-lived blog. I will only have memories left of you, dear thesis. I'm so happy you're almost over, but in a way, I will miss the rushed revisions, the photocopying and ring-binding expenses. I will miss the ten-second blackout. I will miss the gasps I had to go through while presenting you to my two panelists + adviser + my devoted batchmates.

Now, what to put in my acknowledgments. (:

So, I'm set for Tuesday afternoon. I've reserved the equipment, although I haven't done any other preparation. I will type everything I need on acetate tomorrow and I will practice on Monday. I will. I will get through this defense unscathed. I wonder what my panelists are writing on the pages of my ring-bound thesis right now. In the words of many Speech Comm majors these days, afraid!

Oh my. I think I'm defending next week. Lord, help me. The dilemma. There's a trip planned for the weekend. Do I go, or not? Eek. I want to - but man, thesis defense. How do I do this? I'm not yet in a panic though, because I still have no idea who my panelists are. I will die if it's Ma'am B. I swear, I will cry after defense. I keep dreaming about it - and that says a lot, because I never remember most of my dreams (if I even do dream). s:

My friends are having their defenses one by one and I'm still stuck with my final revisions. The work is overwhelming. Everytime I look at the red marks on each, take note: EACH, page of my nth draft, I'd rather sleep than edit it. I'm so tired. I've been slacking off more than usual and I know I should really get a move on it. I will finish this thesis. I will.