After a couple of months of high stress, with many emotions, a lot of work, a lot of road, many changes, feelings and a whole lot more of things hanging around my head, it was time. The time of termination, to terminate the Master, to present the Master Thesis.
On Wednesday, after having slept only 5 or 6 hours, and after a busy morning at work, I went to Cadiz. Why? Because I needed to test at least once my discussion with my tutor to see how it is and where it fails and how we can improve. After finishing work at 3, after throwing me all morning preparing 62 samples of DNA for sequencing (the first data from my thesis), I went straight from work to Cadiz, stopping briefly to buy some junk food I ate while driving. Hurry. And after 3 arduous hours of travel I got to college, and met with Fernando and Vanessa. After reviewing the PowerPoint did a test, or rather, I tried to do a test. And I say to try it from accumulated fatigue, stress, nerves, and I had to change a few things from the presentation, I did not feel anything, and my attempt to show was a failure, during which I was constantly corrected. But because of the failures you learn, check my memory to remember all the things I had to change and say tomorrow.
After this meeting, which went a little disappointed and frustrated, I went to dinner with my parents. My parents took the trouble to come from Madrid by car to see my exhibition, and I did not disappoint, neither they nor many people who trusted me and my abilities. At dinner he could not but think of the changes that had to do in the show, despite being extremely tired, my head I kept thinking about it. In addition, no tea that my mother was not quite right, I was somewhat annoyed, tired after a day and a trip agetreado 7 hours, and I worried. At night, I was up beyond the 2 finalizing my presentation, and following me into the bed still thinking about the presentation. I could not forget anything, was going through and reviewing.
the morning up early to go see the exhibition of Mercedes, which he did great, even though the court had a couple of tocapelotas, but everything went great. I was beginning to me nervous. Still going through mentally. And considering my chop phrases and words to say. I was really engrossed in me, away, concentrated psyched. There were people who noticed it and told me. " It is what it is. It's my way of ... try to make things right. Then I was in previous exposures to mine, in my opening act, Simone and Helena. Nothing is really for my opening act, let the very high level, two clear statements despite the complexity of the different topics covered. I regret not having attended both very much, but I was engrossed in my thoughts, my concentration.
It's time I get up, grab my pen-and , my bottle of water and my thesis. I turn to my post. Salute to Helena. I try to put the pen-and in USB, but does not hit, after taking a few laps or more, I get it. The jury, Dori, Nacho Gordillo (expert on zooplankton) and Professor Lucas, with whom I went to dive in July and whose office is in the laboratory in which to perform my work. I really liked having him as president of my court (and this rally is hardly any). And on one occasion he tried to expose my work but could not assist me, and this time the backlog caused some risk. I even said that when he arose and went it was not because they liked my presentation, but was because I had to pick up their children. Fortunately there was no to such a situation. After the usual initial nerves with voice shakes you, I escaped and started to tell everything that took hours going through mentally. After 17 minutes of presentation (too good not to have practiced) came to questions, questions more than my job was to recognize and congratulate me for it, show some small errors (of the failures are learned) and little else . Lucas even gave me congratulations on my scholarship and reminded me all summer working on things outside of my thesis. Thanks.
On Wednesday, after having slept only 5 or 6 hours, and after a busy morning at work, I went to Cadiz. Why? Because I needed to test at least once my discussion with my tutor to see how it is and where it fails and how we can improve. After finishing work at 3, after throwing me all morning preparing 62 samples of DNA for sequencing (the first data from my thesis), I went straight from work to Cadiz, stopping briefly to buy some junk food I ate while driving. Hurry. And after 3 arduous hours of travel I got to college, and met with Fernando and Vanessa. After reviewing the PowerPoint did a test, or rather, I tried to do a test. And I say to try it from accumulated fatigue, stress, nerves, and I had to change a few things from the presentation, I did not feel anything, and my attempt to show was a failure, during which I was constantly corrected. But because of the failures you learn, check my memory to remember all the things I had to change and say tomorrow.
After this meeting, which went a little disappointed and frustrated, I went to dinner with my parents. My parents took the trouble to come from Madrid by car to see my exhibition, and I did not disappoint, neither they nor many people who trusted me and my abilities. At dinner he could not but think of the changes that had to do in the show, despite being extremely tired, my head I kept thinking about it. In addition, no tea that my mother was not quite right, I was somewhat annoyed, tired after a day and a trip agetreado 7 hours, and I worried. At night, I was up beyond the 2 finalizing my presentation, and following me into the bed still thinking about the presentation. I could not forget anything, was going through and reviewing.
the morning up early to go see the exhibition of Mercedes, which he did great, even though the court had a couple of tocapelotas, but everything went great. I was beginning to me nervous. Still going through mentally. And considering my chop phrases and words to say. I was really engrossed in me, away, concentrated psyched. There were people who noticed it and told me. " It is what it is. It's my way of ... try to make things right. Then I was in previous exposures to mine, in my opening act, Simone and Helena. Nothing is really for my opening act, let the very high level, two clear statements despite the complexity of the different topics covered. I regret not having attended both very much, but I was engrossed in my thoughts, my concentration.
It's time I get up, grab my pen-and , my bottle of water and my thesis. I turn to my post. Salute to Helena. I try to put the pen-and in USB, but does not hit, after taking a few laps or more, I get it. The jury, Dori, Nacho Gordillo (expert on zooplankton) and Professor Lucas, with whom I went to dive in July and whose office is in the laboratory in which to perform my work. I really liked having him as president of my court (and this rally is hardly any). And on one occasion he tried to expose my work but could not assist me, and this time the backlog caused some risk. I even said that when he arose and went it was not because they liked my presentation, but was because I had to pick up their children. Fortunately there was no to such a situation. After the usual initial nerves with voice shakes you, I escaped and started to tell everything that took hours going through mentally. After 17 minutes of presentation (too good not to have practiced) came to questions, questions more than my job was to recognize and congratulate me for it, show some small errors (of the failures are learned) and little else . Lucas even gave me congratulations on my scholarship and reminded me all summer working on things outside of my thesis. Thanks.
After this, so much tension, thanks by my peers, by some teachers, by my parents, the parents of my classmates ... It seems that I finally overcame the nerves and I did well ( "I'ma crack ). And after so much tension, so many difficult times, so much work, the feeling was ... strange. The celebration ... light both accumulated fatigue did not allow me to waste energy, needed to rest, enjoy the free time to dedicate myself. Although I know of some who expected to see typical party photos, drunkenness, backwardness and lack of control, nor were there photographs or was reached that point. After the thesis I wanted to rest, and I did. A few beers here, a coffee here, get out but not until very late, relax, Catan ... Y SAW!
Sunday, dodging the threat of rain, with a beautiful day, we went to the mountains. Although in principle the path was prepared by Alberto, just doing something because Carlost is taking us, and I would not have mattered to us slightly alter the plans. And really the purpose of going to the mountains was to rest, enjoy and forget, I will be brief in words, but generous in pictures. Just say that I hope to repeat the experience, and with how much he knows Mercedes plant and how little I know about birds, we can learn a lot, or at least frika. With readers permission to proceed to expose the images of that day and discuss them briefly:
Our beautiful hostesses show us the route to follow.
the background, right Carlost head, our goal: El Salto del Cabrero, this projection with a break wall (do not know if I explain, but ... pasopalabra). I got a bit out of focus. I do not name people because the know.
Typical is a picture while walking (and you can see Gill)
The Salto de la Cabra, near Salto del Cabrero.
motherhood so pretty!
Mission accomplished. At the bottom part of my land.
Enjoying the moment, the view.
Details of previously portrayed.
views, expectaculares.
The promenade, splendid.
Finishing the road (between Elena and Alberto can see the Salto del Cabrero). I like the photo light, and the gradient of the funds.
Sunday, dodging the threat of rain, with a beautiful day, we went to the mountains. Although in principle the path was prepared by Alberto, just doing something because Carlost is taking us, and I would not have mattered to us slightly alter the plans. And really the purpose of going to the mountains was to rest, enjoy and forget, I will be brief in words, but generous in pictures. Just say that I hope to repeat the experience, and with how much he knows Mercedes plant and how little I know about birds, we can learn a lot, or at least frika. With readers permission to proceed to expose the images of that day and discuss them briefly:
Our beautiful hostesses show us the route to follow. 
the background, right Carlost head, our goal: El Salto del Cabrero, this projection with a break wall (do not know if I explain, but ... pasopalabra). I got a bit out of focus. I do not name people because the know. 
Typical is a picture while walking (and you can see Gill) 
The Salto de la Cabra, near Salto del Cabrero. 
motherhood so pretty! 
Mission accomplished. At the bottom part of my land. 
Enjoying the moment, the view. 
Details of previously portrayed. 
views, expectaculares. 
The promenade, splendid. 
Finishing the road (between Elena and Alberto can see the Salto del Cabrero). I like the photo light, and the gradient of the funds. And after the path, I returned to Granada. I wanted to truly rest, being in my house, not having to usurp someone else's house, not to worry about if I get this or Easter, of ... rest ultimately to rest and devote time, time to tidy the house, enjoying my new city, to paint and relax. I do not know the reason (or maybe yes and does not want to say it) but being in Cádiz suffer certain sensations that bother me, do not make me 100% comfortable, it's as if I was over, as if they did not fit there and also every time I go I hear not so good Madrid, but good, yet again.
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