THES-is OVER

It is exactly the time my thesis mates and I were starting to get crazy over thesis. I'm sorry thesis mates, as much as I don't want to refresh the anxiety our thesis brought us, I can't resist to reminisce the time (July-August 2011) when we were figuratively lost, covered with darkness and stumbled down while other groups were getting occupied with data gathering, plotting their interview schedules and drafting their results and findings.

It was the time when I started refraining from writing blog posts for 6 months straight just because I honestly did not know how to express my own feelings over the situation I was in. Perhaps that was the most humiliating situation I got myself into, since I was never used to be a crammer, nor being one of the potentially problematic thesis groups in the batch. The feeling of anxiety and pressure were even reinforced when the college faculty started to get surprised for being one of the groups who has the least developments in our research process. There were times when I woke up in the middle of the night, cried during random times, refrained from socializing and talking to other people just to avoid being asked about the 'latests' at school and worried about failing to get my diploma on graduation. But at long last, a 'Those were the days' expression would now be perfect to describe those moments we had experienced and gone through.

Last night, as I randomly checked my past timeline posts, I accidentally came across with Lost Crown (Poverty Porn) Group, A secret Facebook group page we formed a year ago so we can still post our assigned research tasks, share files and update thesis developments regarding our thesis through the Internet even we were working at home. Since I was just waiting for me to get sleepy, I read all the things we posted. I've got to admit that this page was something I hate the most in Facebook since it brought me so much stress and anxiety. I even stopped getting excited about scanning my notifications button, anticipating that it would surely be bombarded with problems and some causes of my sleepless nights. But now, all I could do last night was to laugh and reminisce those times.

I never thought Andy and I were drama queens during those days. Those days when the ultimate Divine was the only person we can totally hold on and trust. Now, those tears, blood and sweat are already engraved on our memories, and all we can do is to savor the success we have acquired after nailing it down. It was indeed worth the pain!