I love my dissertation supervisor. She's a brilliant and inspiring teacher for many reasons. Far from the top of this list of reasons is her 'academic handwriting' which keeps me cheery by setting me the fun puzzle of figuring out which of several possible messages could be written there. Take the example above; is she or isn't she calling me a pimp? It's the little things like this that bring a ray of sunshine onto the cloudy sky of increasing proximity to my deadline.
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