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annwfyn...is the final title my supervisor and I have agreed upon for my thesis. Yesterday's meeting went surprisingly well. There were no issues, she was positive and enthused, and told me that as far as she can tell my bibliography looks fairly comprehensive, I seem to have a clear idea of where I'm going with it all, and the next step is really to starting writing up.
Go me!
I came out of that meeting practically walking on air. It's hard to describe just how relieved I was, and just how anxious I can get about my Masters. I think, however, that the end of the this year is the right time to leave archaeology. Right now, I'm not the person with the focus to do a DPhil. I need to get my portfolio together, and get my application to Camberwell in. I want to be someone with a specific professional job, and I want to be someone with a direction. That's where I want my focus to be.
I just need to complete this damn portfolio!
In other news, my cats now appear fine! They avoided people for the earlier part of the evening after being brought back from the vets (thus inducing paroxysms of guilt in me) but by late evening appeared to have mostly forgotten. They are now fine, and much less smelly! Speaking of cats, I found this story about a woman who had her cat put down on an LJ community I read sometimes. The story produced some pretty strong responses from everyone who read it, and it got me to pondering as well. Basically, she put down her cat, although healthy, because it didn't seem to be toilet trainable. My gut feeling is that putting down a healthy cat is wrong, but on the other hand I've never had to deal with cat piss everywhere, relentlessly, and I can see it would be quite a miserable experience and I don't entirely know how I'd respond. What do you guys think?
Oh, in random final news, I discovered that at Paddington Station one can not only buy Paddington bear teddies - one can buy Aunt Lucy teddies as well - the bear from deepest, darkest Peru - dressed in full Peruvian traditional costume. This amused me more than words can possibly say!
Go me!
I came out of that meeting practically walking on air. It's hard to describe just how relieved I was, and just how anxious I can get about my Masters. I think, however, that the end of the this year is the right time to leave archaeology. Right now, I'm not the person with the focus to do a DPhil. I need to get my portfolio together, and get my application to Camberwell in. I want to be someone with a specific professional job, and I want to be someone with a direction. That's where I want my focus to be.
I just need to complete this damn portfolio!
In other news, my cats now appear fine! They avoided people for the earlier part of the evening after being brought back from the vets (thus inducing paroxysms of guilt in me) but by late evening appeared to have mostly forgotten. They are now fine, and much less smelly! Speaking of cats, I found this story about a woman who had her cat put down on an LJ community I read sometimes. The story produced some pretty strong responses from everyone who read it, and it got me to pondering as well. Basically, she put down her cat, although healthy, because it didn't seem to be toilet trainable. My gut feeling is that putting down a healthy cat is wrong, but on the other hand I've never had to deal with cat piss everywhere, relentlessly, and I can see it would be quite a miserable experience and I don't entirely know how I'd respond. What do you guys think?
Oh, in random final news, I discovered that at Paddington Station one can not only buy Paddington bear teddies - one can buy Aunt Lucy teddies as well - the bear from deepest, darkest Peru - dressed in full Peruvian traditional costume. This amused me more than words can possibly say!
