After a hard-fought uphill battle, I am EXTREMELY pleased to report that I have ascended to Candidacy (with distinction, even!).
I would like to say that this occurred with great pomp, ceremony, circumstance, a standing ovation, and an elephant parade. In actuality, it occurred in an office, at an unremarkable hour on Friday with little ceremony other than a few hearty handshakes. T.S. Eliot’s prediction about the world ending could very well apply to my ascendance (…while I could also use the word “advancement”, how often in life do you get to say that you “ascended” as applied to yourself?).
I didn’t then make a great clamor, but rather had a lovely lunch with a friend, went directly to rehearsal to choreograph the murder of Young Siward on the battlefield by a bloodthirsty Scottish King whose name shall remain unsaid (using broadswords even), then went out to dinner with my beloved. Saturday we celebrated with a spectacular trip to an ice castle in the White Mountains (a gorgeous drive, even when
headed through a not-so-small snowstorm on your way home).
I’ve begun a two-week sabbatical from most things academic because I’ve been running on overdrive since May. I can only stop doing “most things” because the semester has already begun and, therefore, my acting class is in session. Luckily it’s a joy to teach and not as thinky as something like… say… Postmodern Theory.
While I would like to say that being ABD doesn’t feel any different from being a Ph.D. Student, right now it feels completely different. For once, I get to think about my own projects and only my own projects. I get to stop worrying about crazy exams and tests that measure my aptitude for things that I may or may not use (probably will, but who knows?) in the near future. I get a chance to really stretch my wings and fly home to victory while dancing in the glory of my subject matter. In other words: from here on in, it’s all-Shakespeare all-the-time.
Mostly. Unless I pick up an intro class, or a history of theatre class, or a writing seminar, or any number of things that they might ask an adjust instructor with a degree in English to teach. I might even teach (gasp!) novels!
But for the next two weeks, I’m catching up on e-mails, putting projects to bed that have been awake for far too long and are (thereby) cranky, running errands that have lain dormant far past their expirations dates, and on the whole preparing for the next step in this grand adventure that is doctorhood.
So for now, I sign of as (for the first time),