...with my thesis.
I feel like there's more to do, but when I reread it, it seems complete. It's such an odd concept, to have finally finished something I've been working on since September. Forty pages that represent the culmination of my education in the study of English at UC Berkeley. I don't necessarily feel like there's nothing to change (I'm a bit frustrated that I'm not at the level of writing I'd like to pretend I'll someday reach), but I really do feel done. And, still, proud of my work.
This has definitely been the most consuming and mentally taxing 'endurance event' of my life to date :)
Life without thesis.
Has a nice ring to it
(And suddenly I'm one step closer to graduation)