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I. AM. FREE.
*smiles brokenly*
*collapses like a marionette with cut strings*
Well, at least for now.
But I've hand-delivered hard-copies of my preliminary examination proposal to my committee members, in addition to sending them a back-up electronic copy. Now I get to enjoy a semblance of real life for a little while, until I orally present and defend my proposal on the 11th. Come the 18th, my committee will decide whether or not my proposal needs 'remediation', or touching-up and editing. At which point, no matter what, I say "When I get back, suckas" as I am off to Toronto for the American Society for Microbiology's 107th General Meeting for the whole of the next week, where I am presenting a research poster. Plus a little sumtin' sumtin' tacked on at the end, as I need the break and have never visited Toronto before to the best of my recall. (Kamloops, Moose Jaw and Medicine Hat, yes. Toronto, no.)
This evening's planned festivities include a prelim'd-out-grad-students-only gathering at Conor O'Neil's, where much beer and pub trivia shall be enjoyed, followed by a heartily deserved *crashBoomTHUD* into my much neglected and oft-ignored-of-late bed. Did I mention I've only had 3 hours of sleep for today? Yay!
Now, let's see. I'm at this place called 'Work'. I suppose, for the first time in a month, I should actually do some of my own, with my hands and instruments, rather than just thinking intently and feverishly about what I would do if my prelim exam were actually my thesis work.
*whistles an insane little ditty, mind irrevocably lost*
*wanders away to play with dangerous chemicals and nasty bacteria*
(And this, girls and boys, is how a mad scientist is born: they arise from the cracked mold of their prior graduate-student selves, seeking something, they know not what, to make up for the existential agony that is the Preliminary Examination...)
*smiles brokenly*
*collapses like a marionette with cut strings*
Well, at least for now.
But I've hand-delivered hard-copies of my preliminary examination proposal to my committee members, in addition to sending them a back-up electronic copy. Now I get to enjoy a semblance of real life for a little while, until I orally present and defend my proposal on the 11th. Come the 18th, my committee will decide whether or not my proposal needs 'remediation', or touching-up and editing. At which point, no matter what, I say "When I get back, suckas" as I am off to Toronto for the American Society for Microbiology's 107th General Meeting for the whole of the next week, where I am presenting a research poster. Plus a little sumtin' sumtin' tacked on at the end, as I need the break and have never visited Toronto before to the best of my recall. (Kamloops, Moose Jaw and Medicine Hat, yes. Toronto, no.)
This evening's planned festivities include a prelim'd-out-grad-students-only gathering at Conor O'Neil's, where much beer and pub trivia shall be enjoyed, followed by a heartily deserved *crashBoomTHUD* into my much neglected and oft-ignored-of-late bed. Did I mention I've only had 3 hours of sleep for today? Yay!
Now, let's see. I'm at this place called 'Work'. I suppose, for the first time in a month, I should actually do some of my own, with my hands and instruments, rather than just thinking intently and feverishly about what I would do if my prelim exam were actually my thesis work.
*whistles an insane little ditty, mind irrevocably lost*
*wanders away to play with dangerous chemicals and nasty bacteria*
(And this, girls and boys, is how a mad scientist is born: they arise from the cracked mold of their prior graduate-student selves, seeking something, they know not what, to make up for the existential agony that is the Preliminary Examination...)
