‘Tis a new day indeed. For the first time since December 2006, I am free of Boston University. Completely. Permanently. All that’s left is getting the final grade, receiving the diploma in the mail, and depositing the course reimbursement from my school district into the Route 66 Vacation Fund. Life is grand.
I submitted the final draft of my thesis last night. No more edits; it’s over. I went downstairs where the Thriller was working on homework (he is just beginning his 2-year grad school odyssey), and just sort of sat there, numb. He asked me how I felt, and I had trouble deciding. Relief, I guess, but even moreso I think it is a sense of disbelief. It’s been so much a part of my daily existence for three years, I’m not sure what to replace it with.
But I’m sure I’ll find something.
Ross reminded me last week about an upcoming Beatles show on the History Channel. It premiered last night (I missed it; after finishing the thesis, I turned on the Cavs game and promptly fell asleep watching it), and fortunately, I recorded it. So, on this quiet Thanksgiving morning when the house is asleep, and before the craziness of the day begins, I am going to make some delicious coffee, curl up on the sofa, and watch me some Fabs.
A happy Thanksgiving to all my fiends this day — have a great time with your families! I know I will.