So being a student can be quite painful.

Tomorrow I tackle the mountain that is the final draft of my first piece of work for the Masters. And it is a much greater mountain than I anticipated. My first draft has been trashed. My tutor was very polite about it, but it was trashed never the less. Not good for the soul but sometimes necessary, but I could not understand the notes she sent me about my work nor could I establish a way to get hold of her to talk through things with her instead. I emailed to say I was available to talk this morning so sat by the phone in urgent hope, as the suggested time came and went I checked a few other things out. When I went back on line there was an email message basically asking where I was as she had been ringing me. While I was downstairs by the phone waiting, she was ringing my mobile upstairs!! And would be going out in 15 minutes. When I rang her the tension between us both was not concealed, she seemed as stressed by the situation as me. I have talked to her and now feel a bit more able to proceed. I still do not have any participants for the project, my son, who is to be my starting point, is impossible to get hold of, I have got to re-write the whole draft in two days and a lot of the time I feel incredibly guilty about spending money on such an indulgent pursuit and that the whole thing is a waste of time and money, but I guess I will continue to try for the time being and get it sorted.