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Y'all.  

I am now officially A.B.D.  All but dissertation.  All but done.  It feels weird.  It feels like I have a 300 page paper to write.  O_o

Orals only lasted about an hour today, and I think they went well.  Well,  I guess they must've since afterwards they congratulated me and shook my hand all official-like. 

In other news, my copy of Head in the Clouds came in the mail.....weeeeee!  There's nothing like a silly, overblown, ludicrous melodrama starring absurdly beautiful people.  Five bucks with shipping, damn straight.   So tonight there will be Stuart and pizza and peace.

*hugs entire f-list*

Eeek...I better not say that.  I might jinx myself.

Whatever, I've been looking through my American stuff tonight (gotta take a break from Theory every once in a while), and dammit if I haven't been hella organized this entire time.  I got summaries, abstracts, analyses, and all sorts of stuff for a ton of articles.  Both my American classes were centered around articles....between 6 and 10 a week, each about 30 pages, and we're responsible for knowing not just the jist of the argument, but also methodology, context, blah blah blah.  But that was in class.  For comps we'll have to know all that plus how all that fits into a larger context or with other fields, theories, issues, etc.  *wipes brow*

But yeah.  I'm feeling in the zone right now.  (Then why am I on LJ?)  

Come November, y'all can all call me ABD!!!!   (all but dissertation, all but done, etc.)   

Stay tuned for when this good mood fizzles and I leave another despondent post about how I'm failing comps and will never get a job anywhere.  *sarcastic grin*

And, as usual, something to make this worth your time.  



Ta lovelies!

So yeah.  PMS is a bitch.  PMS coupled with the omnipresence of the impending comps is more than a bitch.  It's a bitch-squared.  Comps.  *sigh*  On the one hand I'm totally confident, on the other I'm shitting bricks.  This is the last step, y'all, the last bit before the dissertation.  They totally expect me to show my stuff on comps, the culmination of years and years of learning and critical thinking.  I take these kinds of tests really well, I mean *really* well, but OMG there's SO MUCH material.  Half the summer is over and I've barely made it through half of the modern theorists (I'm a political theory major).  *sighs*

But, I'm feeling okay right now.  I'm going to bed before 4.  I got up early this morning.  I'm teaching tomorrow and it's not a thing.  I can practically teach Intro to Theory in my sleep.   So yeah, when I said I'm feeling okay, I meant I'm a little despondent.  Despondent in the way that if I weren't tired, I'd totally read some Rousseau right now.  WTF is wrong with me.

Instead, I'm gonna go to sleep to The Approaching Storm.  Good ol' fashioned painfully-straight A/O non-slashiness.  I'll be alseep in minutes.

*mad loves to my MSN sisters*

*tight squeezy never-let-you-go-hugs to my RL sis*
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