Ten years after starting my Ph.D. program, six years after I started thinking, reading, and writing, I have finished my dissertation.
As my dissertation defense date approaches, I keep reflecting on how, with all the advice I’ve been given, no one warned me about the overwhelming (post-exertion) malaise that would follow submitting the full draft, or about how the time between submission and defense would be filled with endless wondering about my committee’s reactions. (Are they reading it yet? Will they like it? Will this go like my qualifying exams did? Will I successfully pass?)
This time, I fully expect to cry, not because of a grueling interrogation, but because Appa is not here to partake in my joy.
A preview of the project and material from my impending defense talk can be found here.