The thesis advisor doesn't like me very much. Will it be difficult to reply?
As the title. Speaking of which, I have some problems myself. I didn't contact my tutor before the thesis defense, and I didn't give him the article until the school asked me to go back. When I gave it to him, he was already very upset with me, and then said that I would never graduate. . . . I begged and wrote a critical letter. He said, Look again and give me a chance. . . (Actually, I learned later that there were many people who handed it in later than me, and it is no problem for others to finish their defense now. ) Well, I'll revise my thesis these days, change it every day, hand it in every day, and put in a good word for him every day. But when he defended his group of papers, all the students except me had defense topics. At that time, I was puzzled, thinking that he would definitely not let me pass, and I fought back my tears at the defense meeting. . . . I found him after the defense that day, and he said that my thesis had problems, I plagiarized too much, I didn't pay attention to my graduation thesis, and my attitude was extremely bad (well, I admit that I didn't take it to heart before. . Shoot me. . ), and then said let me change the paper and test it again and give him the report. As a result, I changed my paper the day before yesterday. I didn't study so hard before. . ) together with the test report (9% of HowNet's test), he had nothing to say at the moment, saying that there were too many things recently and asked me to wait for the defense topic. Ok, I'll wait. . . . . When I called him this morning, I politely asked the teacher when to give me a defense topic. He said, don't worry, wait until you finish that paper. . . . Me. . Me. . I really want to hit the wall, wronged and sad. . . I really don't know what to do now. . . Could it be silver? Keep pretending to be a grandson? I wonder if he will eat this. If I hit a gun, I will die even worse. . . I'm confused and tangled now. What should I do? . . Cat friend. Shoot bricks if you want, but it also gives me some comfort. He drove me crazy. . . .