I ended my unexpectedly long stint in graduate school on the last day of March. I defended my dissertation,
and I passed! I am done with school! Yippee!!! Well, actually, I still have some revisions to make and a paper to format, but really, the long, arduous days are behind me. The sleepless nights, the anxious spells, the crying fits, and the greatest test of faith ... they are all sweet to me on hindsight.
These were the pictures I took from the examination room after everyone had left. I had a few quiet moments to myself before Zach came to pick me up. I shed some tears of relief. This dissertation has been weighing so heavily on my soul for so long. It was a weird feeling to have that cumbersome responsibility lifted.
I called my dad to share the good news. I told him I remembered how when I was younger, my grandfather once told me I would be a doctor. His fleeting but powerful words still resonate with me. My grandfather passed away in 2009. I hope this makes him proud.