I wanted to be Eowyn. Except for the whole settling down to heal people thing.

Or Leela from Doctor Who.

Hil, I don't have any advice. Only lots of sympathy for you and antipathy for your soit dit advisor.

Or Leela from Doctor Who.

If she'd existed when I was little, I totally would've wanted to be Leela from Futurama.

Actually, I should start taking notes now for next Hallowe'en, since there's no way I can get a proper Leela going in three days.

Seriously. How is that in any way helpful? This guy is in the wrong profession.

The thing is, student interaction (advising, teaching) is often considered much less valuable than the research aspect of the job. Very often academics don't tend to become professors because they love teaching students, more because they love the research. Especially in math/science, etc. That's my impression from working at a big mathy science-y research university as well as my masters studies, so I may be way off base.

I wasn't ever very Princess-y as a kid. Rather than pretend about being a princess I was more likely to concoct fantasies of having a small cottage, animal friends that talked to me, and walk through the forest foraging for food and wood for the fire. Or that I was on a deserted island or being like a female Tarzan (although I only knew about trazan from the cartoon).

I don't like Hil's advisor. He sounds too much like Tino.

I've never seen Tino and Hil's advisor in the same room together.

I wanted to be Nimue or Morgan Le Fay. They seemed to have more interesting lives than princesses, but they also could have pretty dresses, if they wanted.

I wanted to be the village wise-woman - I would gather up various types of weeds and let them dry in the metal garden shed behind our garage, and pretend they were medicine.

Oh, and did I mention that I was vomiting this morning, and forced myself to go into school anyway, because he'd said that he'd have read this paper by today, and I planned to get his comments today, edit tomorrow, and then get it up on arxiv, because I really need to get this up on arxiv before I send in my job applications?

Also, I emailed him the latest revision last Thursday. A few hours later, I sent him another email that mentioned that attachment in the first one. He somehow accidentally deleted the first one, saw that the second one referred to an attachment that he didn't have, and then waited until today, a week later, to ask me about it.

I just called in sick for tomorrow. The fever is slowly creeping out of the low-grade range and into the moderate range, and I don't think that's very cold-like.