Friday, December 2

Class Assignment, December 2, 2011 (the day before my 7/12th birthday)

I had to write about the following questions for my doctoral orientation class:
1)  Describe the degree as if it has already been accomplished.
2)  Describe your graduation ceremony.
3) Include emotion, people, and the details that will help to crystallize the vision into reality.
4)  Finally describe what this degree has answered in your life.

Here's what I wrote:

Doctorate Shmoctorate


I have a strong feeling that this degree will be “way too much hype for no applause.”  I imagine myself walking out of my successfully triumphed dissertation defense and the stoplights will still go from green to yellow to red and back to green, the wind will still be blowing, the sun will still be shining, and I’ll still have to push doors open and shut.  What I would like to happen when I graduate are some Aurora Borealis lights with my name in them, a custom made Jacuzzi that I could swim in inside my apartment, zebras to talk to me, and a wedding proposal after which I would pass out with romantic bliss.  However, somehow I really don’t think any of those would happen (although I would REALLY like the latter to and am now taking resumes for that man with exceptional qualities and character).

Anyway.  I digress.

The world will continue and I’ll still be called Jenaya by friends and family, but my resume will have a bit more sparkle.  For my graduation ceremony, I’m not sure how I can top my last one.  For my Master’s, I had a frohawk (hair braided up to a big fancy braid down the middle) which was handcrafted by a very dear and amazing friend of mine, earrings from Costa Rica that my frohawk mastermind brought me from her trip there Summer 2010, black stockings, and a custom designed pair of orange and white striped, Dr. Seuss’ Cat in the Hat emblazoned, high-top Chucks.  It was amazingly epic. 

So for this graduation?  I’ve really no idea.   I’ll start planning my outfit at around month 28 of this program.  I’d like my family members to be here and I’d like a poster made in my honor with glitter.  Lots of glitter.  I’ll probably cry a whole bunch—I’ve never done that at a graduation before.  Then would probably be apropos.  I’ll also completely pay attention in this graduation, but will take pictures of myself on my phone and upload them to FaceBook during the ceremony.  I’d also like to go to a jazz bar to celebrate afterwards and sway to the music and bask in the knowledge that I will never ever, ever, ever, never have to be in another weekend class for 14 hours (not like I don’t like them because I do).

At the end of this, I will have reached my 14-year-old dream of getting my doctorate.  I will officially call myself an adult after this and believe that my life will really truly have “started.”  This is when I’ll be fully confident in who I am and what I’m supposed to do on this planet.  I probably won’t tell many people that if my schooling was a human it would be old enough to drink alcohol or that I’ve had numerous embarrassing meltdowns in Wal-Mart or that I’ve written the equivalent of 3 Harry Potter books worth of academic jargon.  In the end, it’s no big deal.  If Mother Theresa or Mr. Rogers or Jesus had their doctorates, I’m sure they wouldn’t tell anybody either.

At the moment, I don’t even feel righteous enough to be called “Future Dr. Perdue”—I’m sure I’ll gain that righteousness after I pass doctoral comps. 

Ahh yes. 

But for now, I’ll plug on.  I’ll figure out Bowling Green, stay lost in Research Methods, try to figure out who’s who at WKU, find a brilliant dissertation idea, learn how to have colleagues, enjoy new budding friendships, continue to crave Chick-Fil-A’s #1 sandwich with no pickle, and continue to serve humanity.  When it’s all done, I’ll say, “Doctorate Shmoctorate.  I learned a lot, I wrote a lot, I cried a lot.  I’ve been transformed and I’m ready to change the world!”  If you are the same person at the end of the degree as you were in the beginning and you’re not able to inspire post-doctorately, then all your degree is is fire tender and a waste of tree pulp. 

Oh.  Did I mention I’m going to tour Europe for 2 months after I graduate.? Yes.  I’m bringing 1 suitcase, my laptop MacKenzie, a camera, a map to mark big, red X’s through the countries that I have visited, and my passport.

The End.


"7 I once thought these things were valuable, but now I consider them worthless because of what Christ has done. 8 Yes, everything else is worthless when compared with the infinite value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have discarded everything else, counting it all as garbage, so that I could gain Christ 9 and become one with him. I no longer count on my own righteousness through obeying the law; rather, I become righteous through faith in Christ.[c] For God’s way of making us right with himself depends on faith. 10 I want to know Christ and experience the mighty power that raised him from the dead. I want to suffer with him, sharing in his death, 11 so that one way or another I will experience the resurrection from the dead!" Philippians 3:7-11



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