A brief history of a Deadline
So I finished the third chapter. That wonderful piece entitled “The economics of smiling: A history of the Bahamian Courtesy Campaign.” I don’t think it’s that bad and my supervisor agrees with me, which is a good thing. I must say that Duncan McDowall, my super, is very good at editing and making suggestions and his turn around time is unsurpassed. All around class act.
He feels though, that I am too far behind to finish the thesis this semester. To put where I am in perspective, I’m working on chapter 4 out of 5 right now, I have a total of 150 pages so far, and I have a month and a half to have this and another chapter done. And of course, I haven’t even started to edit. This, my friends, is called pushing it. Financially, another semester is nearly impossible for me to manage. My funding is finished and there are no guarantees for next year.
I might try to analyze how I got here, but frankly, I don’t see the point. I have actually been working as well as I ever have. It’s just that these things take time.
Right now, I’m working on chapter 4 and 5. I have a nice little framework in place for both of these chapters and I’m going to have to go ballistic in the next two weeks to give myself a shot. The task ahead is improbable. It is not yet impossible. And the difference between the two states is blurring swiftly. Chop Chop!