Depositing

The word has so many connotations, all of which delight me in terms of my thesis.

Today was the official deposit deadline for your thesis. The electronic age kinda sucks some of the fun out of that one, because you just whip off an email with attachment instead of plunking down 20lbs of thesis on a counter at McKee. But thesis deposit. It's like gold deposit. Something valuable, hidden, waiting to be discovered by more than the 5 people who have read it. Deposit like a bank. Put something valuable into storage until it accumulates interest and you use it as capital for something else, like a job or credentials.

Or my favorite. Deposit, like dump, like shit. Which seems to hint at its origins much more closely. While I love the notion that my thesis is valuable, I still recall moments, evenings, hours where I felt like I was just laying bullshit on the page. Along with the "I can't believe they are buying this bullshit." Followed closely by "I can't believe I wrote/believe my own bullshit." Usually accompanied by a "I bullshit pretty well."

In the meantime, the gowns are airing so they smell slightly less like plastic and more like my Oust fan, which they have been locked up with. At first I was pissed, because the regalia looks just like my BA stuff. Till I noticed the pointies! Pointy sleeves. Pointy hood. Think elf-pointy. It just makes me crave my doctoral tam all the more.