As of yesterday at 4:33pm, I am officially done with my first semester of my PhD program. My reactions to the semester:
- Holy crap, that was a lot of work.
- Holy crap, my professors are smart.
- Holy crap, I get a whole month off now.
Celebration consisted of mole-drenched enchiladas and several episodes of Parks and Recreation. Then Ty put on some fantasy movie from the early ’80s called either Ragewar or The Dungeonmaster in which some dude with a computerized wristband and a foam suit of armor had to complete 7 feats devised by the evil wizard Mestema (aka: Bull from Night Court) in order to save his really annoying girlfriend from an undisclosed but implicitly horrible fate.
I made it all the way to feat 5 before I fell asleep. Which is sort of a feat in itself, am I right?