pages and pages...

[fictional]

...and it's all ahead.
i just got my acceptance to the honors program.
and what did she win, folks?
the right to write (hee!) an incredibly long thesis and defend it against a host of hostile (on a roll today!) professors, or ones pretending to be hostile anyway.
the right to stay here in this frozen wasteland one extra semester.
the right to add even more tough courses to her overloaded schedule.
not for the faint of heart.

but seriously, i am deeply pleased.
i did it. i pulled myself out of this hole that i'd deposited myself in.
i feel smart. and i haven't felt that for ages.
my advisor told me that she thinks i'm finally back where i belong.

belong. what a nice word.
and now, back to work. the day continues, and threatens to leave me behind, my tasks undone.

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now that paper is a sad sad memory.
theses ar designed to eat your ego and your sanity. this is my theory. and you form romantic attachments to them. (she kept me up all night, we're having a misunderstanding, i think she wears the pants in this relationship, i'm cheating on her with another paper, she leaves my fingers sore, etc)