Check

This afternoon I walked over to the Dartmouth graduate studies office with a box full of my dissertation. I spent 20 minutes filling out paperwork and palavering with the all-powerful graduate office secretary, and then I left with an empty box, feeling much lighter indeed for the burden left behind.

I think this means I'm really done with graduate school, in an official sense. It comes in many steps; there's the commencement ceremony in June, and of course I defended months ago now, but with this last item checked off the list, there's really no way I nor anyone else can undo my degree. I guess I'm really, finally, done with graduate school.

What to say about the end to this era? All in all, not the healthiest thing I ever did.