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Well, it's official! I am officially a doctor! *phew!*
Yes, yesterday marked a major milestone in my life, and I must admit, it's kinda hard to fathom what's happened. On Thursday, May 8th, at 3pm, I successfully defended my dissertation, thereby earning my Ph.D. in Industrial-Organizational Psychology.
For those of you who don't know what a dissertation defense is like, let me explain. After years of data collection and analysis and months of dissertation writing and revisions, I needed to turn my 100-page dissertation into a 25-slide, 30 minute PowerPoint presentation. That alone was no small feat. But then I needed to script out what I was going to say. Even though I'm usually comfortable ad-libbing my presentations, there was no room for error here. The audience would consist of my three committee members (two from my I/O psychology program and one from the social psychology program), and two additional faculty examiners. In addition, there would be loads of current graduate students there to observe.
But the presentation wasn't all. After the 30 minute presentation (which I thought went pretty well), then came the questions. Specifically, there was 1 hour and 5 minutes worth of questions, mostly from the five faculty members in the audience. These were not right-or-wrong questions, but mostly questions of interpretation or theory. The toughest part is when a faculty member asks a question and you know they're looking for a certain answer, but you don't know what it is! Anyway, I would have to say that my question-answering performance would be rated a "7" on a 10-point scale. I kept my composure and didn't curl up into a ball and cry, but I also didn't knock the ball out of the park, either. Anyway, after over an hour of questions, my advisor instructed me and my fellow graduate students to step outside while the faculty conferred.
Talk about pins and needles! The committee made us wait over 20 minutes in the hallway, and I must admit, I knew there was a chance that my advisor would come out and ask me to step inside. (You DON'T want them to ask you to step inside. What you want them to say is "Congratulations, Doctor {Insert your last name here}")
As an aside, one of the great mysteries of life (besides the pyramids and Stonehenge) is what a dissertation committee talks about while the doctoral candidate stands out in the hallway. On the one hand, I'd like to think that this time is spent lauding the performance that they just observed. But the cynic in me wonders if they're just talking about their upcoming summer vacations. Do they purposefully drag their feet and make sure that at least 20 minutes go by, just to make the students sweat? Is this a little game that is played? I was so tempted to place an audio recorder in that room so I can find out the answer for myself, but maybe I don't really want to know the answer.
Anyway, after 20 minutes, I was ecstatic to hear that one word... "congratulations". Roars of applause, and handshakes and hugs all around. What a relief!
There are still some revisions that I need to do on the paper by May 20th, but those are merely formalities. I have officially earned my Ph.D., and after 12 years of being enrolled in graduate school, it's about darn time!
Now, you want to see instant gratification? I'm happy to report that I'll be participating in the university's graduate commencement ceremony this weekend! Not only will my name be called by the head of the graduate school, but my advisor will be "hooding" me as well. It's not as bad as it sounds. Basically, think of it as the snootier version of the tassel being turned on the mortarboard. Or a slightly less snooty version of being knighted with a sword. However you look at it, I'll be there having it done! Woohoo!
For those of you who've already called and emailed, thanks for your words of congratulations. They mean a lot to me, and I appreciate having you guys around for support. And no, you don't have to start calling me Dr. Norm! :)
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