Grad school anxiety theatre, starring my brain.
Brain: Oh no, we have meetings with both our supervisors this week. They're going to tell us we're doing everything exactly wrong, and we're hopelessly behind, and we're never going to be able to earn this degree, EVER.
Supervisor 1: You're on track for this stage of the process.
Brain: He's conflict avoidant, everyone knows that, he's just trying to be nice while he figures out how to tell us we suck. Supervisor 2 won't sugar coat it; she'll set us straight.
Supervisor 2: I think you're right where you should be at this point.
Brain: ... [/accessing verification protocols]
Brain: OH MY GOD WE SOMEHOW TRICKED BOTH OF THEM AT ONCE.
Brain: [shutdown mode commencing]