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I said I would have some details of what happened on Thursday 2 June. Surely many of these things but never forget them, however, is not over now that I have to count them fresh.

On May 20 gave two chapters of what will be, if all goes well, my future thesis. It was, without doubt, the most difficult and exhausted I've ever done. Since I started a PhD in October, when he was very little idea of the demands of this work or how it would take, I have been giving continuous returns the contents of the thesis. My supervisor showed me from early on what goes into writing a thesis at LSE. It is a collection of information, is not the story of some events is not a critical review of the literature. Is all this at once, plus the requirement of parsimony, rigor in the exposition, the current debate in the scientific field. Very hard.

worked in the two chapters to the last day, as often happens to me. And it is not start late, but because they never, ever, I'm happy enough with my text to the point of leave time before the deadline. A horror, because I always lose the necessary perspective, and I can not extract all the good you can have what I have written. I am always dissatisfied, feeling that I'm not good enough. Anyway. I imagine that at least I'm beginning to know my reactions and at least I know the misery that I have provided the day of delivery of the work is part of my way to work. What nonsense, instead of heating for completing the task, I am sorry because I should have done better. It is my fate.

Anyway, I had several days to prepare for the interview. Take long to retake the two chapters. He gave me a big hurry to face the two chapters, read and acknowledge mistakes. So I started preparing for the interview without reading them - although, truth, neither I needed to read them. I practically know by heart of so many laps that I gave to each page.

The day before the interview I talked with two doctoral fellow, who had the same board that I chair. What bad luck that both suspend the interview. I feel sorry for them because they've worked hard. For me, of course, was the last thing I needed the day before my interview, because it made me think I was not sufficiently prepared. He could not do too much, so I tried to sleep that night and I thought, at least, would face the next day.

The next morning I woke up in a good mood because, surprise surprise, I felt rested. I found a one-hour ride on the south bank, which relaxed me a lot. I came home, I stuck a shower and breakfast. I jotted down on paper the answer to another question imagined: what is the purpose of your thesis? When I walked to college, I felt like testing Granada morning: calm, relaxed, confident he would be able to solve any problem appeared, that it had worked hard all year. I clung to that feeling. Go

meeting room, a windowless basement. LSE has a big problem of space, and almost put students in the bottom of the cabinets. ML was the first of the board members arrived. I was the most feared, because being young, I thought I might want to demonstrate to senior members of the court and know your worth over a poor graduate student freshman. I made a comment that I interpreted as a warning that there was much to improve in my work ... something that, on the other hand, I have no doubt. I tried out of my head of negative thoughts, and I waited patiently for my supervisor arrived and President EP MT.

When I saw my supervisor sighed with relief. He seemed pleased with my work and gave me peace of mind when he said he was glad that despite the difficulties, had been able to make delivery of the two chapters. EP As he sat down and opened the meeting, said it seemed a very good job, I do not worry it was approved, and that the meeting would serve to point out possible problems and suggest solutions to work. At that moment, I'm sure my face turned into a joy and a sigh relief. LESS BAD!! They liked the work and have found it. I could not believe. The rest of the interview went well. Answered many of the arguments he had thought during the week of preparation, which made me think that I understand even better this university and its demands, which are often, on the other hand, quite logical and meaningful.

When I left the meeting, was like a cloud. I could not believe. Almost felt like running, jumping, screaming ... What a great joy. After much effort, everything went well. Now I have to continue the work, and sincerely hope to do as well as they can. I do not know what it would taken a more critical to my work, I probably would now questioning whether the university work for me. With my self-imposed and my constant dissatisfaction, I think I have enough. Greeting a stick in the back was what I needed right now. And I got it.

There. This is written here as a witness to one of the happiest days of my life. I wish I had a few friends around me to celebrate as I like, but neither bad celebrated on Friday, Saturday and Sunday with fellow doctoral and roommates. I imagine that nothing and nobody could ruin the day.