It’s been a little over a year since I officially and contractually signed off my position as a PhD candidate at Boston University. It was sort of a big deal to me, though the feelings I had when I signed and mailed that letter were surprisingly calm. Regardless of whether or not I felt good about the decision (which I did feel good about), it was still a big deal because getting a PhD had been my life’s goal since I was in high school. It was my “when I grow up” for years. It was my envisioned educational future.
And, it was a big deal because I was proud of myself for getting into Boston, dag nabbit. I’m still proud of myself for that. And I’m proud that I spent two years of my life there writing my rear off. Continue reading