“Your deadline is Monday next week Keya.” Professor Larsson said as she returns my thesis proposal drafts she checked.
My paper is still rubbish as hell, I can really tell.
I have been working on this since the break but when I found out that I was pregnant, my brain seems to stop from working making my paper into a never-ending stream of bullshit.
“What is wrong Keya? If you have any problems with your paper then tell me.” She asked. “If you’re not happy with it, we can still ask the panel to give you some extra time to change into another study.”
I am really indeed not happy with my paper, but at the same time I have nothing else in my mind at the moment. So I don’t have any choice but to continue it and make it sensible as f**k or else I won’t be able to make it to the grad
