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Oh yeah, I think I forgot to tell you, innernet:  I passed my dissertation defense last Monday, and am now Dr. Red Zils, Ph.D. (The only person who calls me Dr. Anything is my mother, and she likes "Dr. Red" instead of "Dr. Zils").

Well, I didn't actually forget to tell you, but it felt so big that I didn't know how to box it into words that day. Then a day passed, and another, and I have been busy doing the Snoopy dance (accompanied by the mantra 'I did it! I did it! I did it!'), touring OurNation'sCapitol with my mother, eating great food with people I love, working on the minor revisions my committee asked for, jumping through paperwork hoops, interviewing for jobs via telephone, planning an on campus interview for a job in OrangeGrowingState, trying not to freeze to death in the garret, and generally living my same life.

Having a Ph.D. doesn't make me smarter, or faster, or richer (ha!). It doesn't make me a better person, or a more interesting one. And I am gleeful about it anyway - I wanted this so badly; I worked really hard to make it happen; and I accomplished my goal. That right there makes me happy and proud. I am glad I did it, even if this economy means I go home to work in the family business, instead of ever using my degree.

I'll be in Footballsburg one week out of every month from now until May, and probably wherever TDaC is the rest of the time (OurNation'sCapitol at the moment, OrangeGrowingState, probably, after that). I'm telecommuting for the job that pays me, working on three or four manuscripts with my advisor, and taking advantage of the flexibility to do so from places that make me happy. Please let me know if you are here or there or anywhere we might meet - I'd love to see you.
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Don't. Want. To. Go. Home.

What if...

Jun. 5th, 2007 03:34 pm
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Now that I am free of The Wicked Witch of the South-East, I can move on to worrying about getting into the DBP program.  Well, I could... but I am not.

There are a couple of reasons for this:

a) I think I am in, and there is not a damn thing I can do at this point to change whatever outcome.

b) if I am not accepted, I will still be okay. I'll cry some angry tears, decide it's a signal from the universe that I should be doing something else, and move on.  These first weeks of summer have reminded me that life outside grad school can be really fun. I'd have to find a different job when my internship ran out at the end of the summer, but I could probably get used to making real money, having evenings and weekends off, and working with people who respect my skills.
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To borrow a line from Eliza, FRANKENSTEIN HALLELUJAH!

In my inbox:

Hi Red; your packet is complete and has been forwarded to the Director of Graduate Programs.  It  will be distributed among our area faculty and then we will send it on to the doctoral admissions committee.

Have a great summer,
Dr. Division Head

This means I am FINALLY FREE of my old advisor, the uhoh program itself, and all the badness.   I'm FREE!
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I am creeping up on a decision.

I talked to my parents last night.

I activated the KM network to see about a job here next year.

I asked my roommates to figure out if I would need a new place to live.

None of these are a decision, but I am sidling towards one.
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I just got an email from one of our recent graduates (she did a M.S. then fled the Ph.D. program) who ran off to the big, bad corporate world that read:

"Compared to graduate school the corporate world is downright warm and fuzzy," and provided real life examples to illustrate this.

I knew it all along...


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