My day didn't go as well as I had hoped. I got up early, thanks to the time change, and was out the door in plenty of time to turn in my thesis on the east side of campus and get to class by 9 on the west side of campus. I did not anticipate traffic on my street because there hasn't been traffic since the first week of classes. I crawled down my street for half an hour before I actually got to campus (keep in mind, I only live a half a mile from campus). By this time it was too late to make it to class without causing an interruption, so I decided to turn in my thesis and try to meet with my thesis director. I get to her office, her name plate is gone and her office is cleaned out. I wasn't freaking out at this point, I thought maybe the Honors Department moved her office or something so I checked with the secretaries of the department. There I was informed that my thesis director is on medical leave and not expect to return. This is when I started freaking out. Remember this is fourteen months of work, I can't just pick up where I left off with someone new. And you are probably wondering how I didn't know that she was gone already... well, I've spent the last ten weeks avoiding that side of campus because I was supposed to finish my thesis over the summer and I didn't. I was too embarrassed to meet with her when I had made little head way. So the secretary of the department set up an appointment for me to meet with the dean on thursday to discuss what I am supposed to do now. If this guy decides to substitute as my director I could experience one of two possible out comes. The first possible outcome, he could tell me that I did a great job on what I have done but it is the first part in a three part thesis and I need to do the other two parts (another few months of work when I have no time to complete it). The other possible outcome could be that he is too busy to read it or worry about it and just pass me. I'm trying not to freak out about this but I can't help it. I hate this nasty habit I've formed, the habit of worrying about things that I can't change.

I'm off to dinner at my friend Stephanie's house, she has the coolest four year old ever.