9 and a half weeks

[spoonless]

I turned in the forms a few days ago to apply for finally receiving my Ph-Dizzle. My defense is tenatively scheduled for May 26th... yup, that's right. After nearly 6 years of work, I am exactly 9 and a half weeks away from being done. That is, assuming I stay focused and get it all done. Oh yeah, maybe it's a good time to start writing my dissertation soon! Seriously, I initially budgeted myself about 2 weeks for that, but now I'm starting to get paranoid that it may take longer.

Oh yeah, and PhysRev has finally accepted the paper I submitted in December. In February, they sent me a notice saying that they were rejecting it (because the first referee was a dick)... and I had to fight them on it, but fortunately the second referee agreed with me, so it's all good now. I may make a friends-only post with more details on this... I was pretty worried about it for a while, but it feels really good to have been vindicated in the end. Apparently, when you try to publish without someone else famous on the paper, they have a much tougher time believing that you're saying anything interesting. My faith in peer review has been considerably shaken by this whole incident... at the very least, I have realized how subjective the whole thing is.

As ikioi said to me recently, anyone who has come up with anything really important or world-changing has been told at least once that their ideas are completely worthless. So perhaps the best reaction to being told that is just to say "oh good, now I've got that one out of the way." :)

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[spoonless.livejournal.com]

Ask me in 9 and a half weeks when I'm (hopefully) actually a doctor! I tried to figure out what I was going to do afterwards this quarter, and came up with a lot of ideas, and got a few leads, but nothing concrete has panned out yet, so my path is very much still open and undetermined. I've been feeling a great sense of fear combined with a great sense of freedom lately, in realizing that I have no idea whatsoever where I'll be living or what I'll be doing a year from now. Not even sure what continent.

This week I decided I'm putting the job search on hold to focus on getting done (especially since now I've set a deadline for myself and will be in trouble if I don't follow through on it).

[luxvalence.livejournal.com]

I've been feeling a great sense of fear combined with a great sense of freedom lately, in realizing that I have no idea whatsoever where I'll be living or what I'll be doing a year from now. Not even sure what continent.

This is EXACTLY how I've been feeling. I could not have been more eloquent! Its a very weird feeling isnt it?