Yeah that's right. I defended my thesis yesterday. I kicked its ass. They were throwing tough questions at me right and left (ohai, I work on brain cancer and development, yeah throw those primary cilium basic biology questions my way), and I slammed 'em right into the outfield. There was laughing and joking during the exam. My corrections are very minimal; the department chair didn't even have any corrections for me. I should be able to finish them in less than a week, which means 3 weeks of vacation time for me! Booyah!
I am here on a lonely Saturday making some (GFP-expressing) adenovirus so I can get revisions done in time for my committee to let me graduate so I can walk this year. I was worried because some of my transfections this week have been shit, but I did trash the reagent and get a new tube for this experiment. Behold my reward when I pelleted my cells:
Advice, honey: don't presume our young men are as confused as you are, that's insulting to men. These students knew exactly what they were saying, and prettymuch every adult other than you understands the difference between "yes" and "no." Hint: their definitions are in the dictionary.
Our rotating student thought I was a postdoc ("because you're so knowledgeable!") :D
Which begs the question, "WHEN WILL THEY LET ME GRADUATE ALREADY?!"
BTW: Got a postdoc lined up. I'm very excited - the city is great, the area I'll live in is great (got that lined up too), the PI and I get along well (we're both grumpy old men, except I'm 30 and female...details), the project is something completely different that what I do, or what I thought I'd be doing, but it's very exciting. I am so ready to be done with this grad school bullshit. Hopefully my committee lets me set a date at my meeting next week.
Queenrandom is a postdoc at Big 10 Research U (BRU) somewhere in the Midwest and does kickass molecular biology cancer research. She is married to a guy who calls himself the Lucky Bastard and together they have raised 2 cats, Max Power and Milo, and a dog, Freki.