1 year and 160 pages later, my thesis is done, and my undergraduate studies are nearing a close. Alarmingly quickly. I'm not quite sure what to write about this, as I'm still in the fog of accumulated exhaustion, and I still have two papers and two presentations to get through before I'm really truly done. But the thing that seemed to order my entire life has suddenly slipped away, leaving...what behind?
Not quite freedom. A feeling of pride, yes, and of accomplishment. The certainty that I've learned a lot. The hope that other people appreciate the product as much as I appreciated the process.
I tried weighing my bound copy, and the scale wouldn't even register it. Such a little thing.
It's easier to write about other people's creations than your own.