Two exciting events happened this weekend.
Friday I inadvertently defended my thesis and passed. I have been trying to get my major professor to read it for the last five months. I finally confronted him about it last week in front of a few other people from the department (students and professors) because its getting down to the wire, I graduate in 5 weeks. If the thesis isn't read and signed off on within that time, I don't graduate. So he finally read this week. I spent four hours trying to track him down on Friday to talk to him about other research that I am doing. When I finally caught him, he asked if I had a minute (which I did because I had taken the day off of work to take care of a few other things), and 2 hours later I had defended my thesis. I only have a few revisions to make but beyond that, the damn thing is done. So I will be spending some time working on that today.
The second bit of excitement from this weekend happened last night. I had driven up to the scary Hess station two blocks from my house to get a pack of cigarettes, I was in the store for no more than 30 seconds when some guy walked in and asked who owned the blue car, I told him that was mine, and he told me it had just been hit. Yes, my freshly painted, legally parked car had been hit. The kid who hit me was still there. He just clipped my back end but it moved my car about five feet. He was visibly drunk or on something. I asked him for all his information, and was surprised when he gave it to me and let me have the time to copy it all down, he said he didn't have insurance and then he apologized and took off. I called my parents and they told me to call TPD, and just as they had said that, TPD rolled into the gas station on a traffic stop. The officer informed me I was not within the city limits, I was in the "county" so I would have to wait for a sheriff's deputy, which I did. The officer hung around with me while I waited. I have a "short form" to fill out. There was nothing else that they could do because the guy gave me all his information and it was all valid (they checked it on their fancy little computers in their squad cars). Other than some scratched paint on my back bumper, my car seems fine right now but with my luck, its only a matter of time for the real effects of this incident surface.
Friday I inadvertently defended my thesis and passed. I have been trying to get my major professor to read it for the last five months. I finally confronted him about it last week in front of a few other people from the department (students and professors) because its getting down to the wire, I graduate in 5 weeks. If the thesis isn't read and signed off on within that time, I don't graduate. So he finally read this week. I spent four hours trying to track him down on Friday to talk to him about other research that I am doing. When I finally caught him, he asked if I had a minute (which I did because I had taken the day off of work to take care of a few other things), and 2 hours later I had defended my thesis. I only have a few revisions to make but beyond that, the damn thing is done. So I will be spending some time working on that today.
The second bit of excitement from this weekend happened last night. I had driven up to the scary Hess station two blocks from my house to get a pack of cigarettes, I was in the store for no more than 30 seconds when some guy walked in and asked who owned the blue car, I told him that was mine, and he told me it had just been hit. Yes, my freshly painted, legally parked car had been hit. The kid who hit me was still there. He just clipped my back end but it moved my car about five feet. He was visibly drunk or on something. I asked him for all his information, and was surprised when he gave it to me and let me have the time to copy it all down, he said he didn't have insurance and then he apologized and took off. I called my parents and they told me to call TPD, and just as they had said that, TPD rolled into the gas station on a traffic stop. The officer informed me I was not within the city limits, I was in the "county" so I would have to wait for a sheriff's deputy, which I did. The officer hung around with me while I waited. I have a "short form" to fill out. There was nothing else that they could do because the guy gave me all his information and it was all valid (they checked it on their fancy little computers in their squad cars). Other than some scratched paint on my back bumper, my car seems fine right now but with my luck, its only a matter of time for the real effects of this incident surface.
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