I remember, almost three years ago, looking at the checklist for the Ole Miss PhD program and thinking, “I’ll never be able to do all that.”
It seemed so overwhelming—each item on the list a major hurdle. To stop myself from hyperventilating, my mantra became, “One class at a time . . .one book at a time . . . one paper at a time . . .” and slowly but surely I made my way almost to the bottom of the list.
Now, after the approval of my dissertation prospectus yesterday, I’m on the last lap.
It seemed so overwhelming—each item on the list a major hurdle. To stop myself from hyperventilating, my mantra became, “One class at a time . . .one book at a time . . . one paper at a time . . .” and slowly but surely I made my way almost to the bottom of the list.
Now, after the approval of my dissertation prospectus yesterday, I’m on the last lap.
I can hear you laughing.
I know the dissertation itself is a huge project—a very long last lap. But just give me a minute here to catch my breath and delude myself. Reality will hit soon enough.
2 comments:
Fitzwilliam says to congratulate you and that he thinks you'll do splendidly. He'd like to have you over for a cup of something hot and steamy should you find yourself in late 18th century England, in the countryside, with time on your hand, around two o'clock some afternoon, near his manor. And to let the doorman know whether you take milk or sugar.
So happy to learn that you have made it "one step closer" to the end of this particular journey.
Your father and I are extremely proud of your accomplishment.
love, Mom
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