This is the second time in my life I have said this phrase. The first time was when I was finishing my master's degree in 1996. I never thought I would go back to school for anything more than a class here and there just for fun, a professional development opportunity, or a piano lesson.
But this time it's for real. My wise advisor said to my cohort at orientation in the late summer of 2002: "For most of you, this is the last time in your life to be a full-time student. Better take advantage of the opportunity while you can." That "last time in your life" phrase is still ringing in my ears. Kinda spooky. But kinda right on. After all, I'm in the 21st grade, for crying out loud!
Still cranking out this dissertation proposal draft. It's gonna be a long night. But I'm remarkably calm, probably because I'm feeling good about my work. This is a fairly new thing for me; I'm glad Mr. Imposter Syndrome is staying away from me tonight.
OK, time to crank up a few paper-writing CDs and put them on "repeat." Mozart piano concertos, Brahms string quartets, and how about Rachmaninoff's Vespers? Yeah, Vespers, an all-night vigil, is appropriate for what I'm doing tonight. ACK!