@Badabadoo
I stared at the hardbound copy of my thesis like it had betrayed me I stared at the hardbound copy of my thesis like it had betrayed me It was a month of work, sleepless nights, and all the coffee-fueled revisions, finally printed. And yet, right there in gold letters it says a wrong title. That moment broke me a little. Not because the mistake was life-shattering, but because it came after everything. After I thought I’d done my best. After I let myself breathe. I suddenly…
