The other night I had a wonderful dream. I was about to start work on a PhD in Astronomy. I think it was at my undergrad alma mater, or one of the schools near it. I would be working with one of my favorite professors from my undergrad days (one who doesn’t exist) and I thought fondly to myself of how he and my Fluid Mechanics prof were the two who had really kept in touch, the latter even coming to my MS graduation ceremony. (Not true of course; we weren’t close – it didn’t help that though I liked him I hated his subject, and anyway *I* didn’t even get to that graduation. Or the one for my BS.)
For some reason the PhD thesis subjects were assigned rather than chosen by the candidate, so I was at a big ceremony where, among other things, I would be told my subject. When they finally announced it, I was thrilled to hear that I had been assigned to study mentions of the moon in song and liturgy, from a historic perspective. I remember thinking, “This will be great! Especially if I’m working on it in Philadelphia, because I’ve got connections in both folk music and synagogue circles here.” Still, I was a little unsure that I could really get a hard science degree in something so humanities oriented. So I was waiting around after the ceremony until the professor finished talking to all the undergrads who were hanging around, but unfortunately Ted rolled over and woke me just then.
Damn. I was so disappointed. Didn’t get to work on the degree at all, either.
Oooo! I hope you get to go back to school again tonight! Sounds heavenly! ~LA
And we’re all cheated out of reading what you would have written!