under the pink moon

So Monday I defended my thesis. And I passed. Mary and Maggie both said that it would be fun and it actually was kind of fun. Not before—when I couldn't stop having mini-daymares about how I'd have to speculate what Saussure would think about the poems or do long division in front of them—but when everything started and I realized that it was really a conversation among poets. And that people who I admire greatly were asking me about my work. Anyway, it was such a nice feeling when they asked back into the room and everyone shook my hand and told me congratulations. I’m not exactly sure what will happen from here. But it was a good day.