A Post From the Other Side
One of my MAPH-mates really said it best in the title of his most recent blog post. It’s exactly how I feel right now.
So now my master’s thesis is done. Done. Done. People keep congratulating each other, “whew” and “thank God” and “we did it,” but it’s a little bittersweet. The school year is coming to a close along with my academic career, and I have to start thinking about the real world… I’d really much rather have the kind of time for writing that I’ve had this year. Obviously “time” is a relative term given that the U of C loads us up pretty well, but it’s so different from the working world. Which I have to re-enter. Soon. And frankly, the thought of having to be anywhere at 8 or 8:30 in the morning FIVE DAYS A WEEK is much more than my worn out little brain can deal with right now. Did I really used to do that? (No, I know I was never actually anywhere as dreadfully early as 8:30am, but still… even 9:30am sounds painful).
I apologize if my next few posts are babbly and incoherent, but I’ve put all my narrative and descriptive energies into the thesis I turned in today, so I might need to recharge. I am pleased that it’s done, and I’m mostly pleased with how it turned out, although I could have kept tweaking it indefinitely. Tim did an absolutely ASTOUNDING job with the layout (a beautiful pdf file available upon request so that you, too, might ooh and aah over the sculptural qualities of the “Stone” typeface) and helped me come up with a title that I’m pretty pleased with: Beholder and Beheld: Essays from the space between. Not bad!
So now that the Blessed Day has arrived, I’m going to do what every new mother desperately wants to do, but cannot: sleep for about seventeen straight hours. And when I awake, my mewling newborn will still be in the hands of my advisor, and I will be left to begin damage control for the two classes I’ve been neglecting.
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current book: I’m quite sure I should be reading at least four other books for my classes, but I have literally not looked at the syllabi in a week.
current music: my roommate just sent me an mp3 of Louis Prima’s “Banana Split for My Baby,” which kind of rules
current socks: ooh, these are good ones! black with a bombshell PINUP COWGIRL sitting atop a barbed wire fence. or, as my high school history teacher used to say, bob wahr.
Posted 22 May 2006
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I am a little freaked out that the wondrous day of *my* birth now has to be shared with your thesis’ birth. That means either you will send me lengthy birthday cards babbling about “aura” or “immersion” every year OR you will repress memory of my birthday as a result of some sort of averse association of May 22 with horrid painful thesis writing!
(Congrats, by the way!)