Whew.
I got the thesis in and this stage is finished. I also finished my research collage for my design class which I have been bitterly complaining about all week. Actually doing it wasn't bad. I just fear rejection from the designers tomorrow, but I also remind myself that I am, in fact, leaving OSU so it shouldn't matter. I also burned my hands in my first experience with a hot glue gun.
Tonight was our awards ceremony and they mispronounced my name and said that my thesis was on productions of Richard III which is grossly incorrect- it's Richard II people. BIG difference and the other hugely important part of my thesis is the complex and infuriating implications of concurrent political events- the interchangeability (new word!) of Wilson and Heath as leaders in the early seventies paired with John Barton's 1973/1974 production, the Conservative agenda and budget cuts following the Winter of Discontent in the late seventies that forced the RSC to bill a summer blockbuster (Hands' 1980 production starring Alan Howard) to make up for their financial deficits, and the 1995 Leadership Contest that followed the publication of Thatcher's memoirs The Path to Power, both of which were detrimental to the then Prime Minister John Major and were paired with Deborah Warner's production with Fiona Shaw in the title role.
OK, I feel much more self-important now even if my department still can't pronounce my name. At least half of them are finally calling me Kimberly and not Kim......though often it's Kim.....BERLY.
Sigh....

I just need to express that my printer has officially whigged out. Yes, whig as in British Politics Party Whig because you know what- it's appropriate. While I was printing the 'final' draft of my thesis which deals with British politics, my printer completely freaked out.
I got through all the preliminary page crap and then right when I started to print the Introduction, it went all crazy. Half the words are printed backwards (if you can believe it) some of the words are printed regular with the backward word on top of it and just a very few words you can actually read.
Seriously. This is ridiculous.
I need to take it into the formatting people on Tuesday morning at 8 am before I teach and now I need to find somewhere that A- print the darn thing on a National holiday and B-not mess up all my diligently set margins.

ARGHH.

I passed!

I had my oral defense for my MA thesis and I passed. Now I had been told that it's just a 'conversation' and thoroughly enjoyably. It wasn't terrible and my committee overall said very nice things, yet it was a little stressful, particularly when they asked me to wait in the hall while they made their decision. Now I had expected to pass, but in the drawn out minutes that I stood in the hall and overheard the indistinguishable conversations, worry crept into my mind. However, I did pass, I will graduate, and I just have a few more revisions before I turn it for good.
Yay.

Papa John- the new man in my life?

Amidst thesis writing, a man has emerged. Yes, it's Papa John and his pizza to the rescue. I ordered Papa Johns pizza for the first time in a long, long, desolate time. It's great fuel to keep writing and writing and writing and writing. By the end of the week I have to turn in a "final" draft of my thesis. There's no way it will be a final draft. I will be rewriting this thing, probably even after it's officially turned in. My advisor will still be emailing me with edits and new ideas.
But for this week at least, I will have my pizza and breadstick leftovers to keep me writing and hopefully helping me to maintain the semblence of sanity.

I have been writing and writing and writing. I feel the need for a new post, so instead I will show some pictures.
This picture was of happier times when I had time to do things besides writing.
This was taken in January, two of my OSU theatre friends- Gina and Vawnya- at Char Bar drinking Long Islands.
In more recent news, Gina just got engaged!














These are my fun new shoes.
















The one on the left is way back from the Fall when Caroline visited me. Caroline, Amanda, Casey, and I went to the Lodge Bar- a guilty pleasure for the girls of 426 Neil.