Last Friday afternoon, I got a call from the Library at St. Joe’s. They were calling to say that the bound copies of my thesis were in. This afternoon I drove over to pick them up. It was strange to be back on campus, mostly because I didn’t feel much in the way of missing the place, despite having spent the last year and a half there. It served its purpose and I appreciate having had the opportunity to go to school, but I’m also grateful to be done and free from classes.
I haven’t looked at the thesis since I finished it a month ago and as I flipped through it, I was struck by the memory of how much time and effort I had put into string those words and sentences together. It was also lovely to see my writing between two covers, it was a first for me. May this not be the last time.