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I have my suit. I wear it seldom enough that I always marvel at how professional it makes me look. It's so deep a navy blue as to be almost black. It has quasi-military styling: it buttons up above my breasts with big silver-and-navy buttons and has a belt across the back with two more buttons on it. No one else could wear my suit - it's tailored to fit my short right arm. It fits me perfectly. I couldn't fail to be brilliant in that suit.
I have a cream-colored silk blouse and low black heels and fine sheer stockings with no runs in them, to wear with my suit.
I have my laptop computer and its power cord, which means that I have all of my dissertation data in Excel and SPSS files and output files for all of my data analyses. I have my dissertation and its figures and the external abstract on a CD. I have a hard copy of my dissertation. I have overheads for my defense. I have notes of my advisor's advice about my defense. I have the reference for an article he recommended on problems with the dichotomization of continuous variables, which wasn't in the University of Maryland library but is probably in the University of Iowa library, given that he read it. I have the Graduate College Thesis Manual. I have the Graduate College's critique of all the ways in which my first deposit deviated from the Thesis Manual. I have a half-page cheat sheet about logistic regression.
I have all of my University of Iowa keys to return.
I have two buttons, neither of which I will wear on the outside of my clothes: "Trust me, I'm almost a doctor," and "we have charts & graphs to back us up so fuck off."
I have all of the ordinary things you take on a week-long trip: seven T-shirts and two sundresses and three pairs of shorts and my sandals and underwear and a long T-shirt to sleep in at David and Leslie's house and my summerweight bathrobe and my bathing suit and jeans and a long-sleeved shirt in case it really does get cool in Minneapolis over the weekend, and four books (The Eustace Diamonds by Anthony Trollope, which is what I'm reading right now, and Murder Must Advertise and Unnatural Death by Dorothy L. Sayers, and a single-volume set of Love in a Cold Climate and The Pursuit of Love by Nancy Mitford), and my cell phone charger, and all of my bathroom things and my medications.
Surely that means that everything will go just fine.
I have a cream-colored silk blouse and low black heels and fine sheer stockings with no runs in them, to wear with my suit.
I have my laptop computer and its power cord, which means that I have all of my dissertation data in Excel and SPSS files and output files for all of my data analyses. I have my dissertation and its figures and the external abstract on a CD. I have a hard copy of my dissertation. I have overheads for my defense. I have notes of my advisor's advice about my defense. I have the reference for an article he recommended on problems with the dichotomization of continuous variables, which wasn't in the University of Maryland library but is probably in the University of Iowa library, given that he read it. I have the Graduate College Thesis Manual. I have the Graduate College's critique of all the ways in which my first deposit deviated from the Thesis Manual. I have a half-page cheat sheet about logistic regression.
I have all of my University of Iowa keys to return.
I have two buttons, neither of which I will wear on the outside of my clothes: "Trust me, I'm almost a doctor," and "we have charts & graphs to back us up so fuck off."
I have all of the ordinary things you take on a week-long trip: seven T-shirts and two sundresses and three pairs of shorts and my sandals and underwear and a long T-shirt to sleep in at David and Leslie's house and my summerweight bathrobe and my bathing suit and jeans and a long-sleeved shirt in case it really does get cool in Minneapolis over the weekend, and four books (The Eustace Diamonds by Anthony Trollope, which is what I'm reading right now, and Murder Must Advertise and Unnatural Death by Dorothy L. Sayers, and a single-volume set of Love in a Cold Climate and The Pursuit of Love by Nancy Mitford), and my cell phone charger, and all of my bathroom things and my medications.
Surely that means that everything will go just fine.
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Date: 2003-08-25 08:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-25 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-25 08:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-25 08:34 pm (UTC)It's going to go splendidly, love. I'm proud of you.
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Date: 2003-08-25 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-25 08:37 pm (UTC)(BTW, I love D.L. Sayers too -- "Murder Must Advertise" is wonderful! Have you read "The Documents in the Case"? It's not Wimsey, but great still the same.)
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Date: 2003-08-25 08:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-25 08:52 pm (UTC)On the mailing of swords
Date: 2003-08-25 09:16 pm (UTC)Re: On the mailing of swords
Date: 2003-08-26 06:17 am (UTC)Go get 'em, hon....
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Date: 2003-08-25 10:32 pm (UTC)Go *get em*....
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Date: 2003-08-25 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-25 10:52 pm (UTC)I'm so sorry I'll miss you in Minneapolis. I'm leaving on the 28th.
Pamela
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Date: 2003-08-25 11:01 pm (UTC)Hang on to those buttons when you're done with them. Others of us might need them someday.
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Date: 2003-08-25 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-25 11:05 pm (UTC)Don't forget to breathe ...
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Date: 2003-08-25 11:10 pm (UTC)The details sound perfect, especially the suit. Have a wonderful time
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Date: 2003-08-26 01:03 am (UTC)Wouldn't it be better to post this to alt.poly?
Lick that oral, woman!
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Date: 2003-08-26 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-26 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-26 12:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-26 04:19 am (UTC)Good luck- I'll be sending good thoughts!
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Date: 2003-08-26 05:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-26 05:37 am (UTC)(PS -- I highly recommend having someone else paint your toenails a funny color the night before as a destressor, if you need another one.)
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Date: 2003-08-26 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-26 06:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-26 06:53 am (UTC)For yourself and
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Date: 2003-08-26 07:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-26 07:53 am (UTC)I do want a "we have charts & graphs to back us up so fuck off" badge - where did you get it from?
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Date: 2003-08-26 08:58 am (UTC)Rivka, you will be brilliant!
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Date: 2003-08-26 08:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-26 10:19 am (UTC)Looking forward to calling you Doctor!
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Date: 2003-08-26 10:48 am (UTC)Meanwhile, "go, Rivka, go!"
Go you!
Date: 2003-08-26 12:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-26 03:46 pm (UTC)Gessi