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5:50 p.m. - May 16, 2004
I began work on my last paper as a Ph.D. candidate earlier this afternoon. It will be my tour de force and off I'll go, in a blaze of glory like fireworks: Impressive, breath-taking, and then gone and it's time to go home. This Ph.D. is not the end of the road; I must say it often enough to believe this. I don't, not yet. I feel inadequate because I'm doing a grown-up version of running away.
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