I have my first dissertation meeting with my supervisor this week. In an attempt at building up some good karma for this, I am here to tell you that not only is my supervisor an incredible poet, he is also a witty and engaging academic writer.
I borrowed his book on Shakespeare’s sonnets from a friend of mine, intending to use it as a brief reference in an essay I was writing at the time (not for Don - that would’ve been taking brown-nosing to a whole new level). I ended up reading the entire book, because it was so warm and friendly. I realise that’s a bizarre description of an academic work, but read it and you’ll see what I mean.
And hopefully this meeting goes well. ‘Cause - on the real for a sec - my dissertation means more to me than the rest of my academic career combined. Good vibes, guys! I need ‘em!