Thunderdome

I keep talking about my Oral Exam like that's a normal thing we do in America--at least not in the "dental technicians" and "insurance premiums" sort of way.

Before Georgetown, the only other place where I have ever encountered oral examinations as a regular sort of thing was France. And France was a silly place.

Well, as I have mentioned, in the English graduate program at Georgetown, we're required to pass an oral exam in order to graduate. It's sort of like defending your thesis before you write one, essentially proving that you can perform research independently. I took mine on Friday. I got a "high pass," which is above a "pass" and below a "pass with distinction."

Either way, I walked out thinking, "oh, I am TOTALLY done with graduate school for.ev.er."

I came home and immediately played video games for six hours and drank a six pack of Red Stripe (HOORAY BEER!). However, as Tim and my professors so rudely reminded me, I am actually currently enrolled in three classes, which I also have to complete in order to graduate.

Puh. uhShhuh.

So, yes, I don't have to think/read about boxing anymore except when I want to. But I do have to finish the semester alive, which just got harder because Tim somehow talked me into buying an iPhone, which is a life-sucking soul-terrorist because it is the epitome of all shiny objects.

Homework÷Shiny Objects=FAIL