Today from 12-2pm I successfully defended my PhD Proposal! Many thanks to my committee members John Schlipf, John Franco, John Martin, George Purdy, and Raj Bhatnagar for their presence and comments. Extra thanks for John Martin who was out of town but agreed to do the defense over the phone. Super-Extra-Thanks to my PhD Adviser John Schlipf, for his teachings, guidance, and beard. Without any of those my proposal simply would not have been possible.
And yes, the presence of 3 John's on my committee made for some humorous dialog during the defense.
I wasn't terribly worried about the defense itself but the preparation was murder. I find it immensely difficult to write about what I'm planning to work on and not get distracted with, you know, actually working on that stuff. The paper is finished. The slides completed. The arguments defended successfully. All is good.
I was planning on coming home and sleeping for about 64 hours but the experience today left me wanting to work right now on my research, regardless of my exhaustion. It's fun!
The best part? Roughly ten minutes before my defense started I bent over and ripped my pants wide open. Hilarious? Certainly. I don't think anybody noticed, and I'm inclined to think that if any of them had they would have been the type to immediately crack a joke or two. None the less, it did cause me to start my proposal feeling a little more uneasy than I had expected. As in,
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- Was I afraid that one of the professors would find a critical flaw in one of my arguments at the last minute? Nope.
- Was I afraid that one of the professors would find my terrible choice of underwear (or worse) hanging out of my pants? Yes. Yes I was. And that was simply not a feeling I was expecting.
Pic of my ripped pants will be posted shortly. It's too good not to post. Further, once you see just how big the rip is, you'll understand why I had to do so much “wobbling” and crab-like walking throughout my defense, which must have made my committee members curious at the very least. It must have appeared as if my knees were recently sewn together.