lessachu (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lessachu) wrote,@ 2003-05-30 21:16:00 |
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argh. what an incredible stressful day.
up until 3:30 am last night, kept Andrew up too. I practiced my presentation until my voice started to go. Then I tried, unsuccessfully to go to sleep. I actually woke up in a sweat at 4:30, 6:00, 6:30 and then gave up trying to sleep at 7. I kept sitting up in bed trying to make changes to my powerpoint slides.
Got to school and the printers were broken, leaving me, Stine and Rosanne to roam the halls in desperation. Rosanne, turns out, talked to Diane on Thursday and likewise became convinced that she would fail. Presentations started at 9 am and the experience was pure torture. I couldn't focus at all during the first two. Stine was incredibly nervous, and her laptop decided to go psycho during her presentation. I actually had one of those moments where I could here my heart pounding and it was obscuring my ability to pay attention to anything around me. The presentation itself was something of a blur, but I can distinctly remember (and everyone tells me they noticed too) the moment at which all my adrenaline and endorphines or whatever ran out during the question and answer period -- because I could feel myself visibly slump.
The rest of the day (and the rest of the presentations) where actually a lot easier, until the last one was finished and our profs -- our cruel cruel professors told us they would have an answer for us at 6 and that we should stick around in our offices for two and a half hours while they discussed our fates mere offices away. Pure torture. Everyone looked so glum. And stressed. And we really had nothing to do in our offices, so finally, we all said, "screw it" and filed over too the coffee house to down pitchers of beer until six. Kelley called us at 5 to tell us that the professors were done deliberating and the agonizing trek back was made only marginally better by addition of beer. They basically pull you into your advisor's office and you get the yay or nay
And..
I passed I passed I passed I passed!!!!
whee! i guess I can renew my p.o.box now. I'd been thinking about it, but then I felt like doing so would be some sort of hubris that would be frowned upon by the gods.
(Please don't tell me I told you so, because Andrew did when I came home and I really felt like decking him for it. Because... it's such a big deal and so trivializing the experience like that just makes me want to kick you.)
neat-o.
i'm taking all of june off. Basically I have nothing to do. I told Diane that straight up, but I'm really done. I have some e-mail to answer to a stack of finals to grade, but other than that. Finito. Nada. Nothing doing. I'm just going to sit around and read fiction novels and watch bad day-time tv. Anything to rot my brain -- it deserves a break.
Hey! I'm a doctoral candidate now. Spiffy.
And now... I'm going to collapse.
up until 3:30 am last night, kept Andrew up too. I practiced my presentation until my voice started to go. Then I tried, unsuccessfully to go to sleep. I actually woke up in a sweat at 4:30, 6:00, 6:30 and then gave up trying to sleep at 7. I kept sitting up in bed trying to make changes to my powerpoint slides.
Got to school and the printers were broken, leaving me, Stine and Rosanne to roam the halls in desperation. Rosanne, turns out, talked to Diane on Thursday and likewise became convinced that she would fail. Presentations started at 9 am and the experience was pure torture. I couldn't focus at all during the first two. Stine was incredibly nervous, and her laptop decided to go psycho during her presentation. I actually had one of those moments where I could here my heart pounding and it was obscuring my ability to pay attention to anything around me. The presentation itself was something of a blur, but I can distinctly remember (and everyone tells me they noticed too) the moment at which all my adrenaline and endorphines or whatever ran out during the question and answer period -- because I could feel myself visibly slump.
The rest of the day (and the rest of the presentations) where actually a lot easier, until the last one was finished and our profs -- our cruel cruel professors told us they would have an answer for us at 6 and that we should stick around in our offices for two and a half hours while they discussed our fates mere offices away. Pure torture. Everyone looked so glum. And stressed. And we really had nothing to do in our offices, so finally, we all said, "screw it" and filed over too the coffee house to down pitchers of beer until six. Kelley called us at 5 to tell us that the professors were done deliberating and the agonizing trek back was made only marginally better by addition of beer. They basically pull you into your advisor's office and you get the yay or nay
And..
I PASSED!!!!!!!!
I PASSED!!!!!!
whee! i guess I can renew my p.o.box now. I'd been thinking about it, but then I felt like doing so would be some sort of hubris that would be frowned upon by the gods.
(Please don't tell me I told you so, because Andrew did when I came home and I really felt like decking him for it. Because... it's such a big deal and so trivializing the experience like that just makes me want to kick you.)
I PASSED!!!!!!
neat-o.
i'm taking all of june off. Basically I have nothing to do. I told Diane that straight up, but I'm really done. I have some e-mail to answer to a stack of finals to grade, but other than that. Finito. Nada. Nothing doing. I'm just going to sit around and read fiction novels and watch bad day-time tv. Anything to rot my brain -- it deserves a break.
Hey! I'm a doctoral candidate now. Spiffy.
And now... I'm going to collapse.
