I am still unable to process that I don't have any more reviews to prepare for, no more desk crits to endure, no more jurors to fend off. It's absolutely over.
As I find ways to pass the time in my unemployment, I find the occasion to think back over the past year or past five years. It's been long. It's been painful. But it's been necessary.
I received my copy of my process book in the mail yesterday. This morning must have been the fourth time I've paged through it. Man it is long. It's 167 pages. And about 100 of those pages document the process work I've done in the spring semester.
What's funny, in an ironic sort of way, is that as I'm looking through these pages, particularly at earlier schemes, I find ideas that I had presented to earlier jurors, who subsequently shot them down instantaneously. At the final crit, though, these same ideas were the ones the jurors were throwing out at me in their rebuttal. Hmm. You really never can win. Much like the customers at my yardsale this weekend, jurors always want to undercut you.
I wonder if Retley will be reading this ever again? We needs to be in touch. And I need an actual profile picture.
