The Boy and I have spent over seven hours correcting my thesis. We got in two arguments in the process. He has nonetheless agreed to help me for another three or four hours tomorrow.
That's love. Right there.
I would be shitting my pants if he hadn't just dropped everything to help me. It's incredible. What do you think I can do (when all this madness is over) to show him what that means to me? Don't forget - I currently have a negative bank account.
The paper is not going to be turned in tomorrow, as I had hoped. I am shooting for Thursday now, with Friday looking more realistic. Still, Friday is fine by me. Just get the damn thing out of my hands, really.
Oh - and one more thing: my French? Very embarrassing. Academic writing in a second language? Apparently not my forte. That's a bit of a tough pill to swallow, but there you have it. Luckily, I only have to write one (really bad) paper in French per lifetime.
The end is in sight. That's all I can say. It's the only thing giving me the strength to go forward. That, and my man.
I have almost lost my accent in French but I still can't do academic writing for the life of me either...am also a little wigged out right now because the English version of my dissertation is done but I still have to turn in a version in French for my francophone sponsors....if it makes you feel any better!
Is your man French? I guess he'd have to be a) to have the expertise and b) to have the patience to correct a thesis! Lucky you...
He's Congolese... so French-speaking (amongst other languages) and all his schooling has been in French. He's also lived in France for the last 17 years, though.
My boyfriend and I got in at lease three arguments while he corrected my three-page projet de recherches (ME: No, I am SURE you can say that in French. HIM: I'm from here. And you cannot say that. ME: I don't know...HIM: (exasperated look)) And he still wanted to help me on the next draft!
Ah, what would we do without them?
how sweet!
well, good luck!