I just turned in 3 of my 4 papers. The last one is due next week.
I am struggling to know which I should do...cry out of relief or dance on the table. I have never so fully engaged myself in my academic pursuits as I just did in writing those papers. During college, after I turned in papers, I usually forgot about it. It was like a paperweight (think the size of one of those 2 pound weights you can strap onto your ankles) was lifted off my shoulders and I went on my merry way. Don't get me wrong, it was always nice to get the corrections, but I never worried about it. I never felt a deep connection to what I had written. Bad grades weren't a reflection of my intelligence. They were simply a reflection of the time I spent on the paper. And in college, no paper took that much time. It couldn't. There were too many other things to do. Like go to Smart Cookie. And football games. And dates with cute boys. And dances.
But this time is different.
I feel like I just turned in my soul. Dissected my intellect and put it onto a plate for my professors and external examiner to devour. What if it's not good enough? What if I failed?
I don't know. That was the best that I could put onto paper. It was the best research I have done in my life. And if that's not good enough...well, maybe I'm just not cut out for this. But I finished them. And for now, I guess that will have to be enough.