Time Flies: Pending Months

Well, time really does fly - tempus fugit - which in Latin means time flees but we all just say time flies with respect to the norm. Anyway, it seemed like yesterday that people around the world was just celebrating the new year and the fact that the world didn't end which disproved the Mayan calender mythos and pissed off alot of people who were looking forward to it.

Coming to the point of this post, my 3-month holiday is a quarter short. It won't be long till I start my semester again. Half of me can't wait to start class again because I actually like learning (I'm a geek and I'm proud!) but the other half of me also know that it will be my last year in the program and I have to face this terrible predicament called - thesis. To most university students, this word is a horrible omen that determines their future as either a success or a complete failure. In order to pass my degree, every one of my classmates must pass this final challenge in order to move on to the next level of lives. To my knowledge, many strive but to no avail (it's probably not that scary but still, I'm worried).

As of now, I have to commence on my thesis already. In the preliminary stages, I have to come up with a topic and a direction to approach it. However, my lecturer allowed me to use her study data as an archival research (remember the link that I presented a week ago?). So, that advantage just saves me months long of data collection. Unfortunately, everything comes with a price. I have little to none knowledge about sexual health (my supervisor's topic), let alone coming up with a hypothesis for research. In my absence here, I was busy finding journals and forcing myself to read the buggers which I must say is a Herculean tasks especially when one is supposed to be on a holiday.

Sleuthing for journals and ideas

Once I completed the thesis in a year's time (long long time away from now), I foresee two outcomes.

One: I prevail and graduate victoriously as I pass my thesis with flying colours. I go on to become a well-known psychologist and treat the mentally-ill such a depressed suicidal mime.

Two: I fail terribly and I am unable to graduate. I plunge into a spiral of despair, hopelessness as the entity of the thesis taunts me and eventually it drains my life force so much that I become a living zombie. Arrrrrr~