Wednesday.
I haven't felt normal since Wednesday.
Here's how it went down:
I woke up late, scrambled to get myself together. Dad dropped off some stuff for Sunday's fiesta. I emailed my advisor and tried to call the department secretary about a form I needed signed. I bolted to work to print and fax the form. My work computer is completely disconnected and my room isn't ready yet, but I prevailed. Went to M & D's to download the comments my advisor had sent me on my chapter 2 revisions. Found out the changes I'd made that multi doc morning at Starbucks to the forms I'd just printed hadn't saved. Redid, reprinted, received the signed forms, printed and rushed off to the post office with 15 minutes to spare. Research paperwork forms should have been received today. Big sigh of relief.
Spent the early evening addressing my advisor's chapter 2 edits, repackaged chapters 1-3 together and sent them off. I picked Char up and we had only missed a couple of pitches in the first inning of a friend's ball game.
My committee has it. My advisor/ chair told them he hoped it would be a penultimate draft and that the methodology looked doable.
Like I said, I haven't felt normal since Wednesday. It's sunk in and it hasn't. I'm teary and not sure what to do with myself. It feels so much different than I thought getting here would... But I can't articulate what I thought this should be like... Having something major handed in, having a committee and being hopefully a draft away from my proposal hearing. Wow. My chair told the rest of the committee that he wanted to schedule the hearing early in the fall so I can collect data late this fall. I want that regalia this May. I want to dedicate my dissertation to my favorite comediennes. Sigh. Waiting and enjoying the moment's pause.
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