It was nerve wracking. One guy (the one I'm terrified of) is like 5 minutes late. We shoot the breeze for 5 minutes then they kick me out of the room to discuss how best to torture me. I paced the halls then they called me back in. They asked me to describe what it is that I want out of PhD and then talk about my proposal. So I do that. Then we go around the room and the three of them ask me questions about whatever happens to strike their fancy. They were really pretty boring lame questions. My practice session with my fellow grad students involved harder questions. So then they kicked me out again to pace the halls while they chatted about how it was going and what else they needed to drill me on. We go around the room again and they ask me lamer questions. At the end they were just asking me "Who is this guy and what did he do." LAME. They kicked me out one last time so they can decide if I've handled their torture sufficiently. My PI opened the door, stared at me for like 45 seconds (seemed like DAYS) and then congratulated me. Then they all told me how well I'd done.
MOST GOD AWFUL EXPERIENCE EVER. I'm so glad its over.
HAHA! I beat my DH (who started a year and a half before me) AND all of my cohort (who started a semester before me and who have zero kids) to candidacy.
Lyla is worse than Kole about putting stuff in her mouth! SO aggravating. I can't even count how many times a day I tell her to get something out of her mouth, "That's not for eating." "Don't eat it." "Don't put that in your mouth!" "Will you at least taste your food?"
Hey! So Erin, didn't you have some thing going on today? Kind of a big deal? How did that go?
Kole hasn't had any new food that could be causing his issue. He also seems fairly fine otherwise, and essentially acts like himself, though he is a little more fussy and cranky than usual. I'm not sure where he'd have picked up a virus though I suppose it's possible. He has no fever at all. I'm just tired of poop and pee and puke all the time. All day long I was dealing with one of those.
Erin! That procedure sounds a lot like the presentation I had to do in front of a panel for my graduate degree. Though mine was in Curriculum and Instruction and teaching related, so more common sense stuff and less technical and complex, but I was crazy nervous and scared I was going to fall on my face. I was also 39 weeks pregnant. But again, I never had any doubt that you'd pass, so I'm not surprised that you are a PhD candidate now.
You know, Lyla is always trying to feed stuff to Kole. I have to watch her like a hawk so that she doesn't feed him choke hazards, but now I'm wondering if she gave him her sippy of milk and he drank from it. . . . I'd be willing to bet money that's exactly what happened.
I often wonder how people get through their PhD. I would be curled up in a corner of some nasty university bathroom somewhere alternating between crying and throwing up, I think. I have no idea how I'm going to get through my masters defense. I am actually considering asking the dr for antianxiety meds at the time, but I don't know if they'd do that for something short term, and I'll be BFing then anyway. I have even considered dropping out of school to avoid doing my defense. Dumb, I know, but I am seriously that worked up about it already.