It has been a bunch of days, like 14, since I took the written part of the comprehensive exam for my PhD program. I still don’t know whether I passed. I find out after the oral part of the exam, which is scheduled for next week. Next WEEK. 19 days after I took the written part.
I have been suffering. And stressing. A lot.
Today I had the genius idea to go to the comparative politics workshop, where someone was presenting a paper on democracy.
It ended up being one and a half hours of questions similar to the ones I answered in my exam and people mentioning people that I mentioned in my exam. And the person that answered the questions had a Venezuelan accent like mine.
This is what it felt like.