Project Dissertation

I moved to this fabulous city three years ago mainly to; be near an airport for travel, be able to not trade my stilletos for trainers, and to finish my doctoral studies in four years. Yes, that pretty much sums up my priorities at 30. So now I am ABD with nine months to go and San Francisco is no easy city to ignore. Although, I would argue that each experience that deters my academic writing is really just needed inspiration. Welcome and I hope you enjoy...

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Location: San Francisco, California, United States

Bilingual, Bicultural, and Dual Citizen. J School B.A., M.A. in High Incidence Disabilities, & ABD in Education.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Last Day of Summer

A beautiful and sunny Friday morning didn't even need a sweater to head to the mercado. When I returned the housekeeper said ''te ves muy contenta." I paused to think and smiled because it's true- gracias, estoy.

Looking forward to sitting down to write-- really, it is almost like a new friend, we just pick up where we left off. My dissertation advisor commented on the timeline, just eight more months to go. Then of course followed a deadline that before now I may have thought impossible, "I need to see your writing by..." If only blogging counted.

I try to explain to my friends my life is on a two week cycle, of deadlines.
  • In kind some hold the line, "I am coming to campus to meet with my advisor, do you want to meet for coffee to talk about our dis..." her parents already purchased their international airfare to attend her graduation.
  • Others, try as hard as I do to keep the distractions at bay, "Mujer, I need to write, I have to have 15 more pages by..." and the mojitos we are drinking soothe our reality.
  • Between very serious planning to travel to a conference together we drink bottled water and talk also about her experiences as a first year doc student. We agree to stay only part time at the main hotel and the rest at the W. Then we move on to a bottle of wine, it just can't be all work all the time.

I admit though, that when I am away from my writing, I miss it. It calls me, I grow less interested in other things, "Like what?" they reply...You know, food, and we laugh because it could be far worse.


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