Being in school for over two decades, as I have, has very few perks. The pay is terrible. As are the hours. And there's very rarely a sense of accomplishment. Today, however, was a shining beacon. Today was an accomplishment.
I spent the afternoon with Mother, wandering around a topiary garden. And, as she is wont to do, picked on me for something I've already forgotten about- perhaps my inability to tell flowers apart. But she used a phrase she used to say all the time- "[you] could have gotten into Harvard, if not for this." Except this time, something clicked. "Wait, a minute- I did get into Harvard! And I graduated from Harvard." And I did it without any knowledge of flowers.
It all seems like a blur now, and I can't seem to recall much of life before this PhD program, but I'm fairly certain that at some point, I attended a Harvard-affiliated university and obtained a graduate degree. I have the debt to prove it.
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