Ladies and gentledopers, I’d just like to announce that as of 12:00 noon EST today I have successfully defended my Ph.D. thesis in topology. Tomorrow I probably won’t be able to call myself “Dr. Milley” without laughing, but today I can so I thought I’d share.
I’d like to give a “woo-hoo”, but it’s now 4:15 and the adrenalin high has worn off, so I don’t think I have the energy to muster even a “woo”. Please “woo-hoo” amongst yourselves if you’re so inclined.
As for me, I think tonight I’ll celebrate by spending far too much time on the computer, and I’m thinking of celebrating No Pants Day tomorrow. Let the games commence!
What an achievement. Doesn’t it feel surreal? Now all you have to do is hand in the changes and about 7,000 annoying peices of stupid paperwork, receipts for binding, surveys from the National Science Foundation, and you’ll be done! DONE DONE DONE!
I cry at people’s defenses, like others cry at weddings. I’m just so happy for them.
I’ve heard some people say that the best years of their professional life were their graduate years. I find, on the other hand, that (despite a very shaky future :eek: thanks McGreevey for the budget cuts ), I pretty much have had a blast since finishing.
Here’s to a productive future doing what you want to do!
I always thought having to “defend” your thesis sounded like 1) a horrible ordeal, and 2) a euphemism for something I’d rather not know the details of.
Topology, wow. One of my favorite reading topics is topology-related fiction (Flatland/Sphereland, Fantasia Mathematica, etc.). And here you’re neck-deep in the real deal!
I bow to your achievement, Dr. Orbifold. Congratulations!
Sigh… Even the young-uns are getting their doctorates now. It’s from Firesign Theatre. I’ll just shuffle my walker over to a comfy chair and take a nap now.
My big sis got her PhD recently. I told my five-year-old “Now you can call her Dr. Auntie Jane.” Oh boy, he burst out in tears and said he didn’t want to call her that. Poor kid.