Passed!

[trochee]

I passed!

The fifteen minutes in the hallway were long and nervous. Advisor stuck her head out and said "[trochee]?" I walked down the hallway. "You passed!" she said, and stuck her hand out to shake. I shook hands with her, with the committee, and joked about handshaking with the one committee-member (commissar?) on the phone.

A minor moment of dread when Advisor says "the committee really agrees that there's more work needed on [second paper]", before I realized that (1) I completely agree and (2) the second paper is the one that I'm excited about (the first is one I'm so sick of...). If they'd said that about the first paper, I would have gone to get drunk. But the second paper: fun!

[ETA: I should clarify: the committee did not require any additional work on the second paper -- they passed me anyway. But they want to see more -- and I want to do it!]

Yay!

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[trochee.livejournal.com]

yah, all the students had left by that point so I was out there alone.

For a little while I was standing close enough to the door to overhear about half the conversation. That was too crazy-making, so I walked farther down the hall and spent my time looking at the sky in the atrium.