Finals week 2013

So very ominous…

My first finals week of grad school is upon me, and yet I feel as though I couldn’t care less.  Perhaps it’s because only two of the three courses I’m taking have a final?  Perhaps it’s because I’m taking “research planning” (not even sure how to describe what that is…grad school 101?) and my advisors course?  Both of which I’m doing well in.  I am not going in blind, by any means.  I’ve studied over the materials…maybe three times.  These are not the most difficult courses offered in the department.  It is so hard to motivated at this point! Fake it till you make it…

In other news, I had a beautifully planned out course work list for the rest of my stay here.  HAD is the key word.  I tried to opt out of taking Advanced Food Processing, since I took a processing course at my undergrad university…but it seems they are trying to push me back into it.  Unfortunately, it is the same time as Waterborne Pathogens, which is what I really WANTED to take…Boo.  Now it seems that I will have to take an 8.30a course instead.  As if that wasn’t bad enough, I will be taking statistics in the summer…an 8.30a course that meets EVERY SINGLE DAY…until June.  Still, that’s no fun.

I am in the process of defining the methods for my masters research.  I will be making a little field trip (literally) to the research fields that the university has on the week after finals.  My husband and I are planning to load up the car and drive back to my home state for christmas break right after that.  Like, the next day.  I can’t wait to go home!  I’ve never attended university so far from home (which has pros and cons).  The pro here is that when we leave for break…we REALLY leave for break.  Can’t wait to disappear!

Whirl Wind Week…

  If you were to sign into my wordpress account at this moment, you would find one saved draft of a post from two days ago describing our decision to return to Turkey this coming summer…

  And now I am deleting it.

  It seems my husband has once and for all decided that we should stay here and work our hardest to complete our respective degrees.  I am incredibly proud of him.  This decision has been a struggle for over a month, with so many repercussions to consider.  On Monday afternoon he sent me a message saying that his decision was to leave.  I told my advisor and he explained the procedure to withdraw from the program, and how sure I was this statement was the final decision. 

I said “I dont even know…” and its a good thing I didn’t do it.

The following day the hubby expressed his hesitance to give up his chance at obtaining his PhD.  Around 1.20p, while I was in class, he texted me saying “Let’s do this”…lets stay.  I got back to my advisor that day and I could see his smirking as I walked in his office, as if he knew what I was going to say.  

  Today we met regarding my masters project.  Next semester will be hell.  I will be taking two classes, TAing the most labor intensive lab, and driving 1hr north of here to an extension research facility on a weekly basis.  And it is all a blessing. 

Final projects and exams are coming up…and I better recover from the laziness I have enjoyed whgen I thought my grades wouldn’t matter…!! Hayirlisi olsun!