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PhD Candidacy
Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:36 pmThanks to all who wished me well today!
That was the worst two and a half hours of my life. No, wait. My dad's heart surgery was worse. But that's about it.
I dug myself a hole UNDER the tree from which they'd given me enough rope to hang myself on at least one occasion. I broke down crying at one point and had to leave the room to get hold of myself, and was rattled the entire rest of the exam. No, really, I love crying in front of the five people I respect most in the department.
If you haven't gone through this process before, the best benchmark I can give you is this: It was in the middle of my crying fest that my advisor came out to tell me that I was actually doing really well.
I've never felt stupider in my life.
And I passed.
That was the worst two and a half hours of my life. No, wait. My dad's heart surgery was worse. But that's about it.
I dug myself a hole UNDER the tree from which they'd given me enough rope to hang myself on at least one occasion. I broke down crying at one point and had to leave the room to get hold of myself, and was rattled the entire rest of the exam. No, really, I love crying in front of the five people I respect most in the department.
If you haven't gone through this process before, the best benchmark I can give you is this: It was in the middle of my crying fest that my advisor came out to tell me that I was actually doing really well.
I've never felt stupider in my life.
And I passed.
