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Registered: Sep 2000
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All good things must come to an end...

I was kind of hoping that this would happen right on 5K, but it's close enough.
I finished my dissertation about 20 minutes ago and am printing it out now, enjoying a fine chocolate bar in celebration. Tomorrow morning I'll go make copies and get them bound, then turn them in and wait for my defense. Since I still have the defense and a revision cycle left, this isn't really the end end, but its pretty significant.
I'm 29 years old and rather proud to be getting my PhD now. I've been in school a long time, and this is it. This is my final assignment and the project that will define me professionally for at least a few years. It's been a fun ride, unexpected twists and turns, a marriage to a teacher, kids, drugs, asylum, international residence, Y2K, and a whole bunch of other stuff.
I got accepted for the permanent tenure track position at the women's college I've been working at part-time for the last year, so come spring I'll be an assistant professor at university. I'm technically an English teacher, but I get to teach writing, Debate, World History, and other interesting classes, all in English. Assuming I can publish my dissertation, I'll get tenure there in a few years. I have a beautiful daughter that I'm looking forward to raising, maybe making her into a big sister sooner than later.
My brother and I some laugh at how long I've been in school, but it's finally coming to an end. I started when I was 4 years old, 25 years ago in September, and other than the fall quarter I took off from college to help take care of my baby sister, I've been in school the whole time.
Anyway, its kind of an exciting moment for me, and I've been to busy catching up after fucking off (typical fashion for me) to really relish it. But as I sat here, eating my chocolate bar, and took the screenshot you see above, it kind of hit me. This is it. It's what I've worked my whole academic career for, and I did it.
Not that anyone really cares, perhaps, but my PhD was especially special for me because I did the entire thing totally by myself. Wait, check that: My wife helped me a lot. Our research interests are closely aligned and we collaborate intellectually on theory and whatnot. But I had no help from the school at all. My initial advisor went on sabbatical the first year I was there and then he quit, never to return. No one actually knows what happened to him, he's literally disappeared. But I was stuck, as he was my last resort at the university, and without an advisor, I was about to lose my position at the graduate school.
Thankfully a member of his department agreed to by my advisor on paper, but her research interests (Slavic linguistics) couldn't be farther from mine. So I was on my own.
Having an advisor would have helped keep me on task and I'm sure I would have written a better paper because of it, but I still think I did a good job. The research I know is good, the dissertation was rushed and suffered from a lack of organization prior to jumping in and writing it over the last few months. But not having an advisor also left me free to do what I want, how I want, and I think that intellectual freedom really helped as well. I'm looking at my topic from a novel perspective that no one has yet to use, and that's exciting.
But anyway, I'm rambling (my fingers have momentum and I can't stop them). I just wanted to share this moment with you all, as you have become a really nice part of my life, and I'm grateful to have you here.
So I guess this 5K goes to all of us, and me. And my daughter. But not my original advisor. Asshole didn't even send me a good luck note.
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