Tuesday, March 25, 2008


My thesis task for the week is to input my adviser's corrections. I have the first half. But where are the rest? The search begins...

3 am: Frantically tear through everything I own
3:30 am: Try to remember the Catholic saint of lost things.
3:31 am: Fail. Continue searching without the aide of a supernatural deity.
4 am: Give up for the night and refuse to set the alarm out of a sense of defeat.
Noon: Expand search to places the corrections can't possibly be.
12:15 pm: Verify that corrections are NOT in underwear drawer, sock drawer, car glove compartment, console, or trunk. Nor are they under bed (roommate lifted it for me).
2:30 pm: Am reduced to flipping through papers I've already searched. The corrections continue to not be in said papers.
Now: Heart attacking-inducing panic and dread combined with confusion as to next step.

Please send me your suggestions. I am desperate. Do I fess up? Do I do the corrections without his advice? Do I flee the country? Continue searching? Do I tell my professor that if the White House cannot help but lose their most important papers, how should I, a mere graduate student with no political office, be expected to do any better?


Valerie Loveland said...

This is gross, but did you look in the trash (assuming it hasn't been taken to the dumpster yet)? Half the time I lose something, it is in the trash, the other half of the time, it is in the mountain of papers on my desk and I need to re-look through the piles one by one.

I am not the best at giving advice, but I wouldn't tell my professor.

Good luck. I can totally relate to this. I am a slob and am always misplacing everything.

Valerie Loveland said...

You probably already remembered by now, but I think the saint of lost things is Anthony.

Crystal Kill said...

I feel for you!!! We have so much in common.... keep looking and good luck!

Miserable Grad Student said...

Thanks for the support everybody! I really appreciate it.