stingy for no good reason

during yesterday's session with my therapist i had a revelation, and it is this:
my advisor gives me compliments like the candy man hands out toothbrushes.
never, not even in my dreams.

power through the tube

my friends saw my advisor on the news, and they were scared.
they could feel her harsh ima-tear-you-down-to-build-you-up ways.

this makes me feel better.
i am normal, she is not.

her version of motivation:

my advisor recently told me that i either meet this deadline or "go to hell."
my advisor is a Catholic nun.

last thing i need is a woman of God sentencing me to hell.