There it is, final proof which along with my certificate, which is now framed at work for everyone to see.
The final stages are long-winded, but as there’s no pressure I really didn’t mind the wait. I had to get four of these printed, two for the University, one for my mother, and one for me. The cost… well let’s say it was cheaper than I thought but still expensive really.
Two more stages left, the graduation ceremony in December, and getting the thesis published electronically so that anyone who wants to can read it themselves. I think this is important, so though not compulsory, I’m preparing the paperwork now so that can be done.
I’ve said thanks several times before, but another time won’t hurt. Everyone has been unfailingly supportive over the last five years. I’m pleased it’s completed, I’m not missing the hours spent in Microsoft Word (though as always other things have filled any void that there might have been).
As much as the personal support, virtual support from people I don’t know, or hardly know face to face has been impressive, and I’d like to thank them too. This blog will now be closed, I’ll switch back to my main WordPress blog and start there again.
I guess this could be one of my last posts to this blog, as it’s all done bar the binding as they say.
I received the confirmation email that my PhD journey was finished as I was on the train back from London on Friday on my own. A simple email on my phone from my examiner, and that was it.
It surprised me, not the fact that my corrections had been accepted (I’d worked really hard to ensure that I had met the necessary criteria, and had made it really clear what I had changed), but the speed of the response, I was fully expecting to have not heard before Christmas, and have expected another two or three weeks of waiting.
Printing and binding (not cheap, but not as expensive as I thought it might be), and then submitting a version electronically but I should have a certificate in my hands very soon. I have deferred the graduation ceremony until next December… a long time off but it will give us chance to sort out accommodation and the such like.
How do I feel? Relieved is the primary emotion. Looking forward to getting a home study back to something that reflects my personality rather than the books I have needed and referred to on a regular basis. There is also a feeling of being out of balance, my PhD has taken up so much thinking time that it’s a big gap to fill. I have plans for what I want to do, back to creative writing, build a massive lego set that was given to me as a birthday present that I’ve been keeping for ‘when I have more time’, and spending more time with friends and family. Work will no doubt bring its own pressures too.
But apart from photos, this may well be the last post to this blog (and I may restart my other, more general blog which has been much neglected over the last five years), so it seems appropriate to leave you with this song.
Sorry for the silence. I’ve just reviewed my last posting made on the 5th August, such a lot has changed since then.
I’m determined to keep this blog focused on the PhD journey, but sometimes things from the outside world come along and throw you a curve ball. For me the care of my Father, and his subsequent death from a particularly nasty form of cancer on the first of September has been a blow that it’s taking me a long time to recover from.
So despite some time off, I was unable to do a fraction of the required amendments required. It’s now very very unlikely I’ll get to graduation in December, and I’ll be looking at December 2015 instead. More time to prepare and sort out hotels.
I’m not there yet, but I have spent the longest time in a long long time concentrating on work in my study today. It’s the lack of concentration that’s really bugging me at the moment, I can’t focus on anything for any length of time. Not good when you’re an academic and to some extent paid to think (or reply to emails, almost the same thing).
I’ll post an update once I’m back in the saddle.
Well it’s (pretty well) all over. What a journey, and what a day last Wednesday was.
I headed up to Lancaster on Tuesday afternoon, and stayed at the on-campus hotel. I’d stayed here several times in the last four years, partly in an attempt to familiarise myself with the place so I would feel comfortable come the big day. I can’t recommend sitting in an outdoor hot tub highly enough for relaxation. I pottered between reading through my PhD, listening to music and a very modest drink and meal in the bar. Given how nervous I was it’s not surprising I didn’t sleep brilliantly, but I did sleep OK.
Wednesday, and after a swim and bread-free breakfast (no carbs to slow me down), a final read through and then coffee on campus. I still arrived an hour early, apparently the internal and external examiners had been chatting for an hour and there was another hour of waiting. I would have much preferred a 10:00am viva, but of course individuals have to travel. I had a pre-meeting with my supervisor too, which should have relaxed me a little, but didn’t.
At about 1:00 I was called in, the two externals, my supervisor, and a chair too… because my examiners were considered inexperienced it’s University regulations that there has to be a chair. So four, plus myself.
The viva itself was a shade over two hours, this seems to be a long time in comparison to others in my cohort. There was no preamble, and I’m afraid that not one of the viva cards questions came up. They were all very specific, and focused on my thesis, chapter by chapter and in the case of one external, page by page the questions were asked. Towards the end I was starting to flag a little, and one question in particular seemed to be worded in a very strange way. Coming out of the viva, my supervisor and I had very different views, he felt it had been ‘easy’, I would rather have dental work without effective anaesthetic (again) than go through that.
Then the wait….. and the wait…..
When called back in, I really didn’t know how it had gone, and it did take some time to register that they were indeed saying that I had passed. There are amendments, in four different areas, and one of them may be significant, but I’m awaiting the final report. I did scrawl some notes on what was required, but they are a blur to me now.
So, I have to make changes in time for the December graduation, and sort some logistics out there. But before then I’m really hoping to get a long-deserved holiday in. Whether I do or not is out of my hands though, as after the high of Wednesday I had some very bad news personally both on Thursday and Friday, along with some very long hospital visits. Very much a week of highs and lows.
So that’s it, four and a half years, around 30,000 words written in the first two years and 55,000 in the thesis. I’ll write another post about advice to prospective candidates, but I need to step a little away from the whole thing for a while (and do the amendments of course!).
As always, thanks to everyone who has supported me, both at Lancaster and across the world. It’s been one heck of a journey.
It doesn’t feel a month since I submitted my thesis. A lot has happened.
Firstly the PhD stuff. The date for my viva was confirmed as the 30th July, between my two holidays. At the time I thought this was going to be too far away. In reality it’s perfect timing for me. I’ve been able to take a break from my thesis, and will start looking again on the 1st July.
I’ve also sorted out a mock viva with my supervisor. As our relationship hasn’t been the closest, this mock viva will be a good test for me, as I don’t know either my external or internal examiner well at all, their selection is entirely based upon their association with the subject of my research.
I’ve been fortunate that someone else in our cohort has gone through the process before, and has been able to offer some helpful tips, ones which I intend to take on board. I’m also supporting another cohort member as he goes through the process, so I’ll be the third to pass through the process.
I’m nervous, I think this is a good thing though, and I will be as well prepared as I can be.
But other things have kept me busy. One thing that appears trivial but isn’t is a throbbing tooth and chronic toothache. Three attempts have been made to extract it, and all have failed so far. As I type I’m dosed up on antibiotics, paracetamol and ibuprofen and it’s still a dull ache. The next attempt at a new surgery will be with sedation, which will be an interesting experience, the last time I was sedated for anything was when I was four years old – also at the dentist but for significantly smaller teeth.
And with a sense of timing only possible in Kafka-esque novels, four days after I submitted a close family relative (and I’ve only got two surviving blood relatives) was diagnosed with cancer. We’re averaging a visit every ten days to the hospital as diagnosis and treatment plans are devised.
That, plus a workload at work that feels pretty relentless has made for a very stressed Andy over the last month, and with no immediate sign of the situation improving in the short term. I’ve had these periods before, and I’m sure I will pass, but let’s hope that I can soon start to see some light at the end of the tunnel.