Parker came downstairs at 5:40 this morning complaining of a sore throat. He had, in fact, predicted just such an occurrence the night before when he told me (matter of factly) that he would probably be getting a sore throat because he had a "dry spot" in the very back on the right.We are so proud and feel he has a bright future in the medical field.
I probably could have forced him on to school, but I didn't. I've had plenty of stressful mornings with sick kids when I had to be at A&M and I forced either them or myself to make things happen. Today was not such a day. So I decided to take it easy (even though it meant canceling my pedicure date, which was semi-tragic).
Did I tell you about my meeting yesterday? Every time I meet with my chair I have this nagging feeling that she might say something like this:
"Because we no longer believe you are in any way capable of producing a dissertation-length project, we are kicking you out of the program."
Of course, she's never said that (or anything close to it) but the idea that I CAN'T produce such a text is a GIGANTIC, LOOMING fear that has pretty much taken up permanent residence in the back of my mind, so I have to go there on occasion ("there" being a darky and twisty place). As luck would have it, she was moderately pleased with the work I turned into her in July and has given me full authorization to proceed full steam ahead. This was welcome news. And just as soon as I find my "full-steam-ahead" button we'll be all set.
Today my barely-simmering button managed to photograph the dog:
And then run fun actions on the photo. I know...that PhD is right around the corner. NOT. Ack.
I think I should get an award for procrastinating. I'm waiting for the congratulatory phone call any time now.
-"Of course, she's never said that (or anything close to it) but the idea that I CAN'T produce such a text is a GIGANTIC, LOOMING fear that has pretty much taken up permanent residence in the back of my mind"
This sounds like the musings of a precious little girl I knew many years ago who fretted about the start of every new school year.
I suspect that your current anxiety concerning your dissertation will, like your past angst of the start of each new school year, give way to your extraordinary talent and ambition.
BD
Posted by: BD | September 21, 2011 at 11:12 AM
He is a good friend that speaks well of us behind our backs.
Posted by: Hermes Kelly | November 26, 2011 at 08:11 AM