Seven semesters later, that stubborn story-obsessed banshee of a fiction-based conscience wouldn't. Shut. Up.
While I still value and miss my fellow doctoral colleagues and PhDivas, as well as my newfound appreciation for higher education, I could not be happier that I PhDidn't.
And now...
A Visual Summary of the Last Forty-Some Months
Started strong. |
Found other PhDivas |
It's a gift. |
Found joy. |
Partied tackily. |
Got _ _ _ _ locked. |
Made this. |
Said yes. |
Took a walk. |
THIS guy. |
Volunteered. |
Gorgeous boy. |
Picked a hobby. |
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Effed that. |
Noticed this. |
Saw her. |
Bated (dog) breath. |
Signed these... |
Welcome home! |
Made this. |
Reserved a seat in hell. |
Got hired.
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Moved in. |
Discovered sun-liyte (sp?). |
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Made friends. |
Best Friends. |
Howl-ween. |
Hallowork |
Buffalovies.
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Decompressed. |
Best invention. |
Nom nom. |
Humidity challenged. |
Fancy pals. |
Home office. |
Writing pillow. |
Potlucky friends. |
No squirrel. |
Bacon weaving. |
New hobby (before). |
New hobby (after). |
Oh, Ridley. |
Henry revised. |