EmmaTook
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I'm going to be honest here, and it's something I've barely told anyone. I was this close to dropping out last semester because of my undergraduate thesis. I'm a first-gen student, and I work 30 hours a week at a restaurant to pay for school. My parents are proud, but they don't understand why I'm "still doing homework" when I'm 22 years old. The pressure to just finish and get a job was immense.
My thesis topic was on labor migration, a subject I'm passionate about because it's my family's story. But I just couldn't translate that passion onto paper. My literature review was a mess, my citations were a disaster, and my advisor's feedback was starting to sound exasperated.
I felt like a fraud.
In a moment of desperation, I started looking into buying a dissertation, or at least parts of it. The guilt was overwhelming. I felt like I was betraying my parents' sacrifices and my own hard work. But then I reframed it. I found a service that offered "dissertation consulting" and "model chapter writing." I provided them with my research, my interviews, and my raw data. The writer, a former professor, basically took my pile of bricks and helped me build a house.
When I submitted the final draft, my advisor actually complimented the structure and flow. For the first time, my ideas were presented clearly. I didn't feel like a fraud anymore. I felt like someone who had used a tool to finally show what I was capable of. It was expensive, and I still feel a tiny pang of guilt, but mostly I feel relief.
It got me to graduation.
Anyone else from a non-traditional background feel this unique pressure and relief?
My thesis topic was on labor migration, a subject I'm passionate about because it's my family's story. But I just couldn't translate that passion onto paper. My literature review was a mess, my citations were a disaster, and my advisor's feedback was starting to sound exasperated.
I felt like a fraud.
In a moment of desperation, I started looking into buying a dissertation, or at least parts of it. The guilt was overwhelming. I felt like I was betraying my parents' sacrifices and my own hard work. But then I reframed it. I found a service that offered "dissertation consulting" and "model chapter writing." I provided them with my research, my interviews, and my raw data. The writer, a former professor, basically took my pile of bricks and helped me build a house.
When I submitted the final draft, my advisor actually complimented the structure and flow. For the first time, my ideas were presented clearly. I didn't feel like a fraud anymore. I felt like someone who had used a tool to finally show what I was capable of. It was expensive, and I still feel a tiny pang of guilt, but mostly I feel relief.
It got me to graduation. Anyone else from a non-traditional background feel this unique pressure and relief?
