Eight Years Later
OK, so I'm sitting here at (what I hope) will be the end of my doctoral study, covered in Radiohead lyrics, doused in ambiguity, and feeling more high school than ever. I'm trying to figure out how to do this without over-emoting, when really, that's all I want to do-- emote. I keep thinking that maybe this ending-the-dissertation-thing will make things better-- and according to this, it will-- but even though I've done everything but write the dissertation (maybe this weekend?), it feels so far away..
When your coworker calls you a student, even though you're 30 and a full time manager, it just sucks.
Oh, by the way, everything else is really really good. (Seriously.)
When your coworker calls you a student, even though you're 30 and a full time manager, it just sucks.
Oh, by the way, everything else is really really good. (Seriously.)