I did it. I turned in my thesis to the Graduate College today at 3:04 PM. Now I’m just praying that the wolves who tear it apart are merciful.
And now I’m frantically putting together a portfolio of all my graduate work for oral comps that must be finished before next Thursday. And I’m frantically e-mailing former professors asking them to be reviewers.
That’s right. To get this silly degree for a piece of paper that (according to my dad) says I’m smarter than everyone else, I have to write a thesis, take written comps, and take oral comps all while jumping on one leg, holding my breath, and playing with fire.
“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.” — Ray Bradbury