Hello, My Name Is Stupid

Mood: Stupid
Song: Vox- Sarah McLachlan
Units of Caffeine: 4
Days until Graduation: 59

The weekend has come and gone and although I didn't do anything, it was anything but relaxing. With only eight weeks left within the semester, I have no direction with which to finish my degree. I had a meeting with the graduate adviser as per Chair, since she is one of the older members of the faculty and has more experience with academic papers. I will call the graduate adviser Froggy because she kinda' looks like one. So, I had a meeting with Froggy yesterday. I didn't get much accomplished, but I do feel a little better. I mean, she said something along the lines of:

"Look, I know that you're probably losing sleep (yes!) and worried to death about
this thing (yes, again!), but really, don't put any deadlines on yourself.
Just meet with me on a regular basis and we will work on this together; step by
step. If you get anxious, just keep saying to yourself, 'I will graduate
in December.'"

Froggy then told me to just organize all the material I had in some fashion and we'll regroup to discuss what happens next. On one hand I hate this micro-managing approach to the project, but on the other, I think I would have a panic attack every five minutes or so if I kept looking at the big picture. But there is one thing that the Froggy and the rest of the faculty does that really irritates me: the keep saying, "Don't worry. You will work through this. I know you will." I hate that! My project was cancelled and I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. I mean, sure, I'm writing a paper of some sort now, but I have never written nor read an academic paper before, so I'm pretty clueless. No matter how much I tell people that I have no idea what I'm doing, they just tell me, "Ah... you'll do it. Don't worry." What!? What the hell is that!? It doesn't even make any sense. Well... at this point, I don't even really care about my flawless GPA anymore. I just want to get through this nightmare and move on with my life.

So, Froggy is telling me to take my time and, as if the Graduate School were listening in on our conversation, I get a letter from them informing me that I need to give them the title of my paper in about two weeks.

GAH!