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Oct. 18th, 2003 07:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
truepennyI dreamed about my defense last night.
I think the crisis with having to find a second outside reader at the last second has left its mark, because I dreamed my committee was so enormous, it barely even fit around a conference table. We were very cramped and uncomfortable, and there wasn't room for my stuff. Also, I somehow hadn't been expecting it, so I'd left my copy of the ms at home and was wearing the wrong clothes. In fact, I started out the meeting wearing my swimming cap, but had the good sense to take that off.
So, in addition to my real committee, this dream committee included: my beloved undergraduate Shakespeare professor (who hated the dis), Nikki Giovanni, Poppy Z. Brite, William Empson (looking astonishingly like Edward Gorey), two other graduate students in Renaissance, an African-American sheriff from Texas, a couple of undergraduates, the professor who taught me Anglo-Saxon my first semester here, and at least three other people whose names I never got.
My undergraduate Shakespeare professor wanted to know why I was talking about Wittgenstein and The Godfather. My answer--which is, I have to say, what I would answer if I were asked that question in real life--was that I've never seen The Godfather, couldn't quote Wittgenstein even if I wanted to, and that paragraph (with screen caps!) must have been inserted by space aliens.
Am I done with this fucking thing yet?
I think the crisis with having to find a second outside reader at the last second has left its mark, because I dreamed my committee was so enormous, it barely even fit around a conference table. We were very cramped and uncomfortable, and there wasn't room for my stuff. Also, I somehow hadn't been expecting it, so I'd left my copy of the ms at home and was wearing the wrong clothes. In fact, I started out the meeting wearing my swimming cap, but had the good sense to take that off.
So, in addition to my real committee, this dream committee included: my beloved undergraduate Shakespeare professor (who hated the dis), Nikki Giovanni, Poppy Z. Brite, William Empson (looking astonishingly like Edward Gorey), two other graduate students in Renaissance, an African-American sheriff from Texas, a couple of undergraduates, the professor who taught me Anglo-Saxon my first semester here, and at least three other people whose names I never got.
My undergraduate Shakespeare professor wanted to know why I was talking about Wittgenstein and The Godfather. My answer--which is, I have to say, what I would answer if I were asked that question in real life--was that I've never seen The Godfather, couldn't quote Wittgenstein even if I wanted to, and that paragraph (with screen caps!) must have been inserted by space aliens.
Am I done with this fucking thing yet?
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Date: 2003-10-18 07:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-18 08:48 am (UTC)Although it was, come to think of it, a little like the Marx Brothers' stateroom scene.
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Date: 2003-10-18 09:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-18 02:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-18 08:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-18 08:49 am (UTC)But, dammit, I have to go through the defense first.
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Date: 2003-10-18 03:04 pm (UTC)That said, is it okay if I find your dream highly amusing?
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Date: 2003-10-18 11:45 am (UTC)Which is not to say that that is not a nightmarish thing to have at one's dissertation defense. You know what, though? Whatever happens, it won't be that. I think you can be sure of that.
Pamela
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Date: 2003-10-22 04:56 pm (UTC)<cackles>
... I mean, <supportive>.