I am not a quitter, but I want to quit this.
Where is the value in finishing this useless degree? Will I regret not finishing?
I'm 99% done with my Masters thesis and this last 1% is nothing but pure agony. I don't understand how I can go to work every day, hold my own, be successful, and then turn around and be some wimpy, subservient idiot who knows nothing about what I supposedly learned over the last 2 and a half years.
(Omg, I think I may have learned nothing, this whole time, when it really comes down to it.)
My advisor has the audacity to tell me that she "can't write [my] thesis for [me]." Since when did that become synonymous with treating me like some sort of bare-minimum slacker, who attends Psyc 101 only on test days and then tries to argue my way into a C when I've discovered that I'm flunking.
All of this makes me so angry, and at the same time...I don't really care.
So, what this all boils down to is this: Do I respond to this hateful, scornful email with some phony sense of indignation and try to resuscitate this dying project? Or do I just sign the DNR and move on with my life?
