to clarify

[fox]

The more I think about it (which is to say, when I can't help it), the more I blame my supervisor.  If I'd tanked the exams, fine, that'd be my own fault, although I'd have had a decent case to make that I should be allowed to resit them because of the whole dead-grandfather thing.  But the thesis, man, how do we have meeting after meeting and report after report to my college and I never get the impression that he thinks it's dangerously weak?  Is this not why we have supervisors?

If the other examiners overruled him, then -- well, then I'll still think he's fallen down on his job, but less in a screwing-me kind of way.  But tomorrow when I go to see him, I sure hope he realizes he's got some 'splaining to do.

(For the record:  this is not the second stage of grief, although I previously didn't want to talk about it and am now angry.  I base this assessment on the fact that when they told me, I was intially shocked and almost disbelieving, and then I was angry and upset, and then I asked if there was any way I could redo, rewrite, etc., etc., anything to change their decision, and then I came away.  In short:  had them all while I was still in the room.  I've bought sturdier boxes to pack in, because what is sufficient for storage is not sufficient for shipping.  I am, in short, fine.)

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You're so right. This should NOT have come as a surprise. I'll be interested to hear what he has to say for himself.

And grief is not a linear process, unfortunately.