the big day (thesis submission)
Aug. 17th, 2005 11:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trocheeMore newsy diary of what happened on the way to my thesis submission. This is the day of submission, so I'm almost done.
Reader #2 does me a favor by volunteering to come over to my apartment to sign the revised signature pages.
I go to campus and pay the University an "optional fee" (yes, they call it that, but it's required if I want an MA).
I revise my acknowledgements and dedication one last time. I've dedicated it to Bud, King of Bashan, mentioned back in March in this journal.
I take the warrant over to the department (it was accidentally not delivered) and the administrator who has the database access to acknowledge this departmental approval of my degree broke her hip on Friday. Rather than a 5-minute drop-off-and-celebrate, it turns into an hour-long treasure hunt in order to find the graduate coordinator (nope, she's an acting dean), the acting graduate coordinator (nope, he's out of the office), the chair (nope, she's on sabbatical) and finally the acting chair, to have her send an email to the database people to appoint the office coordinator as an acting administrator. ("With all these "acting"s", I said to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
imtboo, "I wonder if I'm going to get an acting MA. Presumably this is not the same as an MFA in acting." They straighten it out eventually.
I finish the last edits, skipping a lab meeting, pace around nervously as they print, muttering to myself about whether the wax in the printer will last, sign the quote slip, insert the now-signed signature pages, and gingerly tuck two copies into oversized envelopes. I carry them over to the grad school (withbeckyb as a cheerleader) and present them to the clerk. She takes them out of the envelopes, looks at every single page, and says, finally, "looks like it's a keeper!"
The desk clerk on the way out offers me candy, and I take some forimtboo at her instruction: "take some for your sweetheart, for being so good and putting up with you working so hard on this."
I walk out lighter, emotionally and physically -- the thesis is 150pp double-sided, and I was delivering two copies, so I carried over a substantial chunk of paper that will someday turn up in the U library. But much as I might like it to be, my day is not done. I return to the lab and continue work on the Vancouver paper.beckyb and imtboo try to schedule a celebratory drink, but Mercury is in retrograde, and we end up all three in an email crankiness session, with missed communications and crankinesses aflyin'.
I get most of the edits done; Advisor drops a few more on my desk. I tackle those [forgetting one, only remembered on the plane today], and now the paper is half a column too long. I zip up the document source so that other co-authors can look it over and strip it out. Advisor is doing that now.
Reader #2 does me a favor by volunteering to come over to my apartment to sign the revised signature pages.
I go to campus and pay the University an "optional fee" (yes, they call it that, but it's required if I want an MA).
I revise my acknowledgements and dedication one last time. I've dedicated it to Bud, King of Bashan, mentioned back in March in this journal.
I take the warrant over to the department (it was accidentally not delivered) and the administrator who has the database access to acknowledge this departmental approval of my degree broke her hip on Friday. Rather than a 5-minute drop-off-and-celebrate, it turns into an hour-long treasure hunt in order to find the graduate coordinator (nope, she's an acting dean), the acting graduate coordinator (nope, he's out of the office), the chair (nope, she's on sabbatical) and finally the acting chair, to have her send an email to the database people to appoint the office coordinator as an acting administrator. ("With all these "acting"s", I said to
imtboo, "I wonder if I'm going to get an acting MA. Presumably this is not the same as an MFA in acting." They straighten it out eventually.I finish the last edits, skipping a lab meeting, pace around nervously as they print, muttering to myself about whether the wax in the printer will last, sign the quote slip, insert the now-signed signature pages, and gingerly tuck two copies into oversized envelopes. I carry them over to the grad school (with
beckyb as a cheerleader) and present them to the clerk. She takes them out of the envelopes, looks at every single page, and says, finally, "looks like it's a keeper!"The desk clerk on the way out offers me candy, and I take some for
imtboo at her instruction: "take some for your sweetheart, for being so good and putting up with you working so hard on this."I walk out lighter, emotionally and physically -- the thesis is 150pp double-sided, and I was delivering two copies, so I carried over a substantial chunk of paper that will someday turn up in the U library. But much as I might like it to be, my day is not done. I return to the lab and continue work on the Vancouver paper.
beckyb and imtboo try to schedule a celebratory drink, but Mercury is in retrograde, and we end up all three in an email crankiness session, with missed communications and crankinesses aflyin'.I get most of the edits done; Advisor drops a few more on my desk. I tackle those [forgetting one, only remembered on the plane today], and now the paper is half a column too long. I zip up the document source so that other co-authors can look it over and strip it out. Advisor is doing that now.
