Party at Sunday’s Place_Pass the Word
WooHoo!!! Party at Sunday’s place! After months…nay, years of pure insanity, I am finally Dr. Sunday, Ph.D. in English.
Yesterday, I participated in the barbaric rite of passage known as the Doctoral Defense. No, I was not called on to wrestle alligators or lions, nor did I have to sacrifice any small animals. Heck, I didn’t even have to cut my hair. Rather, I faced the ravenous maws of my dissertation committee, and it was one of the most awful experiences of my life. After an hour and a half of questioning, I was asked to step out. I excused myself and left the room feeling like an idiot. I did not feel competent to get passed. However, they did pass me, and for a little over 24 hours now, I have been Dr. Sunday. It doesn’t feel at all real.
So, as my father and mother both said, Congratulations…now, find a JOB!
