They didn't like my dissertation. And they waited six months to tell me I'd failed two previous papers. So here I am, doing work I thought I'd finished long ago...and then come extensive dissertation revisions. I turned in one two weeks ago, and it hasn't been acknowledged. I'm sick of waiting, being good, delaying gratification. Yes, I'm very close to an MA. But--I thought I was there. Let me put it this way: I decided to go to graduate school because I enjoyed college, I liked my major and I did well in it. Very well. As in a 4.0 for three years, while working two jobs and going to school full time. The graduate school work was not terribly difficult, nor was there nearly as much as I had to do as an undergrad, even as a sophomore. But the vacuum of feedback, while working in a different system than I was used to, seems to have been my downfalling.
And I've still got to pay for the damn thing no matter what!