Monday, October 10, 2011
It's not perfect...
But as of this afternoon, my dissertation is no longer in my hands. The three-hundred-plus page manuscript has been sent off to the printers and I expect two bound copies to be ready for delivery to the department by the middle of next week.
I feel like someone who hits his thumb with a hammer and then stares at the injury waiting for the pain to register. After all this time, it's hard to believe that it's nearly over. But the calendar doesn't lie. By the end of this month, my time in graduate school will be over and the Invisible Ben will, at long last, be a Ph.D.
What happens after that? Well, I'll keep you posted.
But as of this afternoon, my dissertation is no longer in my hands. The three-hundred-plus page manuscript has been sent off to the printers and I expect two bound copies to be ready for delivery to the department by the middle of next week.
I feel like someone who hits his thumb with a hammer and then stares at the injury waiting for the pain to register. After all this time, it's hard to believe that it's nearly over. But the calendar doesn't lie. By the end of this month, my time in graduate school will be over and the Invisible Ben will, at long last, be a Ph.D.
What happens after that? Well, I'll keep you posted.
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