Just a few days ago, I turned in my thesis 1 draft. What I had expected to feel was a sense of triumph, of exultation, of a certain tada! But as I had missed the office hours at the GLS house by about twenty minutes, my only recourse was to slip my manila envelope of pages between the two doors out front and walk away. Alone. There was no applause. There was no parade. There was no mayor around to shake my hand and give me the key to the city.
No one had warned me about the end of thesis 1 as being... well... totally anti-climactic.
No one had warned me about the end of thesis 1 as being... well... totally anti-climactic.