Wrapping it all Up:
I haven’t posted for awhile, so I’ll do my best to tie up all of the loose ends.
I passed my comps. It was more of an endurance test than anything, although not straight stamina, as 72 hours proved to be more than enough time to do a good job. I actually turned mine in about 12 hours early, so I wouldn’t be tempted to wake up early in the morning they were due and fiddle with the essays more. I was happy with both essays, and felt that I did a good job, though they will suffer the same fate that all of my writing does: to spend the rest of my life in a manuscript box, which I will lovingly pass on to my children who will likely toss it into the trash.
One, actually. And he’s due in about 18 days. I’m freaking out a bit. My wife is starting to do strange things like pile baby clothes in stacks in her room, and I’m getting nervous. I mean, I did it once, but I’ve seen the pictures, and it wasn’t pretty.
I’ve been finishing up all the grading in my 1001 course. I made it through the final two in-class writing prompts over the weekend and have to spend Mon/Tues on the papers. After that, I will submit my grades, and move on to a non-TA position in the summer as long as the course I’ve been assigned fills. I’m excited about the course–four weeks long, full adjunct pay, with a cap of 15 students. Sweet!
I didn’t walk as an undergraduate. I just drank a few beers and called it a day. But for the MA, I figured I should walk, even though I still don’t exactly want to. I don’t know why i’m resistant to the idea, other than the crowd and the silly costume, but I am going through with it, mostly for my family. It’s hard to say anything else about it. It kind of doesn’t feel real, and I don’t really know what I’m going to do now. It was sort of like life-on-pause for two years, and I’ve just hit the start button in the last few days. I’m not sure that it has sunk in yet.
To my readers: thank you both!