Chapter 787: Thesis
Opening abstract, end index, acknowledgments...
What's the use of these things?
Subconsciously influenced by Master Rawls, Joan subconsciously regarded these formatted things as fancy formalism, and didn't care much in his heart.
When he reads a paper, all he cares about is dry goods.
Conception, demonstration, conclusion, plus experimental data and calculation process.
Other words that are not nutritious can be ignored at a glance, and they are not taken to heart.
When he spent a lot of time and energy, prepared all the writing materials, sorted out his ideas, and wrote the thesis by himself, he was still a "layman" in terms of writing skills.
It took Joan two days to write a draft of the thesis.
In this nearly 20,000-word article, Joan discussed in detail the physiological structure, living habits, habitats and group characteristics of several species of arachnids in the underground world.
The research samples Joan selected were all creatures that he had personally dealt with, including mutant spiders, sword-footed spiders, phase spiders, and metamorphic spiders.
Joan named the paper he wrote "A Brief Analysis of Arachnoids in the Dark Area".
After Joan revised and polished the draft, he read it from the beginning.
I was very satisfied at first, however, soon I felt empty and a little uneasy.
He has not received formal education in paper writing, but he has read hundreds of papers in related fields after all.
The authors of these papers are many authoritative masters in the Austrian law industry, and each name is golden and shining.
All these academic authorities and their papers have left an imprint on Joan's subconscious mind, and together form a writing paradigm that is not clear enough, but has a strong sense of presence.
The paradigm recognized by the academic circle is like clear rules and regulations.
You may not agree with it rationally, but emotionally, you have to admit that you are afraid of it.
Respecting the authority of the industry and obeying the established rules is the mentality that normal people will have.
Joan also has the same mentality.
He is not a fool, if he compares his thesis with authoritative masterpieces, he will find that there are differences in the writing format, and many "bells and whistles" are missing.
The question is, is this level of "rebellion" considered serious?
The voice of reason echoed in Qiao An's heart.
You are just a young boy, no matter your academic qualifications or qualifications are not worth mentioning.
You have no reputation in academic circles.
In fact, you are not qualified to enter this circle at all.
Isn't it arrogance for an unknown rookie like you to write such a big topic as soon as you get started?
However, Qiao An is also a mortal, and he also has emotions and desires that are not restrained by reason, such as conceit.
He really felt that his thesis was not bad, of course it was not as good as the authoritative master, but at least it was not inferior to the author's disciple's article, right?
At their level, they can publish a work in a core journal, why can't I?
The monk can touch it, but I can't touch it?
At the very least, it's not a sin to try, right?
At worst, the manuscript will be rejected!
To be on the safe side, Joan carefully read the draft of his thesis twice.
This is good, the mood is even more chaotic.
When I read the first page, I still felt good, but when I turned a page, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, every word seemed so awkward, it was a pile of rubbish!
Joan forced himself to put aside the paper, and walked to the window to take a breath.
The cool night wind blew head-on, and the feeling of upset was relieved, but the uneasy feeling in my heart couldn't be eliminated.
He faintly felt that he was making mistakes and ruining his academic career with his own hands.
However, he really couldn't think of what he did wrong.
That dissertation that doesn't conform to the rules can't be turned into an academic stain, can it?
But he himself felt that it was okay to write sincerely.
Feeling uneasy, Joan tossed and turned on the bed and didn't sleep well all night.
Early the next morning, when going downstairs for dinner, Joan couldn't help but confide in Zion's siblings.
"I recently wrote something..."
"Yo? Is the paper going to be published in the first semester?"
Holden smiled and reached out to him.
"Great genius, don't you mind if I read your masterpiece?"
"Don't talk nonsense! It's not well written, it's just a joke!"
Joan's face flushed red, very annoyed.
"No kidding, I want to take a look too."
Audrey also cast a curious look.
In fact, Qiao An originally wanted to ask two friends to help check it out, so he half-pushed, shyly answered, and took out the manuscript.
Audrey and Holden immediately brought their heads together, and they were sitting at the dining table, reading with relish.
"I feel good!"
After reading it, Holden affirmed the content and style of the paper.
However, his evaluation is only for the article itself, and he himself lacks thesis writing experience.
"Joan, does the paper have a specific format?"
"Your article looks like prose, isn't it a bit too casual?"
Audrey appeared more stable, and her words hinted at her worry.
"I haven't written an academic paper, so I don't know how to evaluate it. How about you send Hailaer a letter and ask her to come over and take a look for you?"
"Forget it! As far as the academic level of Cai Mijie is concerned, it is not as good as Qiao An!"
Holden sneered and objected to his sister's suggestion.
"Miss Cai Mi is just a dawdler in school, and she is not a mage major, what does she know!"
"If you ask me, Joan should still show the thesis to his supervisor. After all, the opinions of professionals are worthy of attention. For laymen like us, it's better not to come up with bad ideas."
Joan felt that Holden's words made sense, so after a hasty breakfast, he took the manuscript to visit his tutor.
After knocking on the door of Moriarty's laboratory, Joan realized a problem.
The tutor went to another place to attend an academic conference, and I'm afraid he hasn't come back today.
"Mr. Vader, please come in!"
It was Duo'er who opened the door, and she was wearing a nightgown that Joan dared not look directly at. The pink silk was almost transparent.
"Good morning, Duoer."
Joan bit the bullet and entered the room, and hurriedly asked her: "Has the tutor not come back yet?"
"not yet."
Dol handed him a cup of coffee.
"Yesterday, I received a magical message from the master, saying that I was investigating at the Jotunheim Glacier. Actually, it's just a skiing vacation."
Duo'er smiled lightly, revealing the confidence to see through a man's ghost at a glance.
"Did he say when he'd be back?"
"It will be next week at the earliest. Are you in a hurry?"
"I wrote something, and I want to ask my instructor to help me revise it."
Joan handed the manuscript of the thesis to Duo'er.