I handed in my thesis this morning at 8 AM. A note for the Joneses among you: it wasn’t due until tomorrow. How’s that for breaking the mold?
Everyone has been asking me what I’m going to do now. I tell them: “I’m going to read a book.” Really. That’s my big ambition for now.
They don’t give medals, but in less than (fewer than?) two weeks, I will receive a certificate, suitable for framing, declaring me the Master of Science. I will no longer be the least educated adult in my family.
P.S. My primary thesis advisor actually wrote the following when she returned my draft: “I have very few changes to make, it’s in very good shape.” I was shocked. She was probably more shocked than I, having seen the state of my draft just six weeks earlier.