I am a doctor! Of philosophy!
I passed my defense on Friday (huzzah!), and now I feel that I should blog about it. But I find that I have very little to say, except that it was much easier than I thought it would be (which I attribute to my anxiety-fueled OCD preparations), I was delightfully surprised by the kindness of a committee member with a thorny reputation, and I was thankful that some awesome friends and colleagues filled up the conference table and made me feel less like a specimen in a petri dish. Thanks, everyone!
Also, my dissertation director arrived with a full and frothy beard that he has been cultivating for about a year now, claiming that his facial hair was inspired by Edward Lear. He even put on glasses to emphasize the resemblance. That also helped.
Since the defense ended on Friday I have been a little sick. I’m hoping it’s just allergies, as Houston is currently buried beneath a deceptively delicate yet deadly-to-the-sinuses veil of pollen. But I have allowed myself to do many non-academic things. I have:
- played with the Wii, especially the hula hoop game on Wii Fit (so fun!)
- cleaned the bathroom (not so fun, but so necessary)
- enjoyed Mexican food with my friends
- checked out the new Nordstrom Rack near the Galleria (this week’s pick!)
- talked to Bee over my new webcam (hi bee!)
- decided to bake a pie and then decided against it because it’s too much work
- watched, once again, season one of Gossip Girl
- fielded many jokes from my dad and husband about helping them “with this pain in my shoulder, doc”
- read a book that does not appear in my dissertation or on my survey syllabus
- and rigged up, with the assistance of Danny, a complicated pulley system comprised of dental floss and a plant stake to bolster Wilkie’s posture in his new pot.
I am particularly pleased about that last one. Wilkie now stands tall with plenty of room to grow. I have single-handedly bettered the life of a very feisty and very grateful houseplant.
Because I am Carrots. PhD.