After years of struggle… I can be called a Dr!

Defended my thesis on wednesday… I am now a Dr! How I wish my surname was Strangelove or Who… or Zhivago… or Parnassus…

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A Certain Feeling of Misguided Pride

Have you ever lived in a house, studied some place that you didn’t particularly like, but once you left, you felt a certain level of pride for being part of that particular place?

I have recently left my second Alma Matter for greener pastures. I had great moments during my time there, met some of the best people in the world, but the last year or so haven’t been filled with good memories at all. Once I cleared my desk and gave up my keys, all of a sudden I was overcome with a sense of pride for being part of that place, I even went to the University Shop and bought a pin with the University Crest to add to my bag.

Was it a feeling of pride for being part of the institution or was it a feeling of self-pride for having somewhat tamed the beast and padding myself on the back for not giving up? Well, I am not sure what I am feeling at the moment, to be very honest! I wished I had some idea and give credit where credit is due… and probably for the first time in my life, I will put modesty, guide that pride and pat myself on the back for another achievement! For better or worse, I handed in my PhD Thesis! While still being grateful for everything my Alma Matter did for me!