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i am in the library in my favorite study room - for some reason i love sitting next to this typewriter.
There are gonna be a lot of photobooth photos these days. I spend a. lot. of. time. in front of the computer.
This is after a 12 hour day (the first of many, I expect). I'm looking forward to seeing how big those bags under my eyes are gonna get!!
My visit today to the Belarusian National Technical University in Minsk accompanied by Embassy Consul Mr. Ali Essam Abed Ali to attend the PhD Dissertation Defence of the Iraqi student Mr. Mohammed Abdulrahman Almashhadani.
It seems to be compulsory to post a picture of your dissertation after you have handed it in...
Well, here is mine; signifying the end of three years at University and the start of unemployment...
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My visit today to the Belarusian National Technical University in Minsk accompanied by Embassy Consul Mr. Ali Essam Abed Ali to attend the PhD Dissertation Defence of the Iraqi student Mr. Mohammed Abdulrahman Almashhadani.
Ream House, Fultonham, Ohio. Built 1835.
Figure 71 from Frank J. Roos, Jr.'s Ph.D. Dissertation, An Investigation into the Sources of Early Architectural Design in Ohio. It was published in 1938, without a copyright notice.
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... as I was transcribing an interview the other day, I had a dissertation-related epiphany that was best summarized as "mother in law". So no, Fran, this picture is not about you.
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Sustainability Program Lead Aubrie Davie at the Earth Day clean up event at Newport News, Va., on Thursday, April 18, 2024. (Emily Perdue | Jefferson Lab)
All day, I've been trying to get psyched up, but it only lasts a few minutes before I'm back with my head on the table.
The dirty truth? I hate my dissertation.
It had so much potential, but I have failed it. And, by default, I feel like I've failed the people in the mountains who I'm writing about (ethnography's a bitch in that way). I understand this is a normal relationship to have at the end of a dissertation. But I feel no pride in it. I think that's the worst part. All this work for something I'm not even proud of.
Maybe tomorrow will be better. 'Cause all the brownies in the world couldn't help today.