One by one, the original M.A.A. cohort graduated. Some even moved away from Vancouver. I am the only one still writing.
In November I was invited along to meet with some thesis-writers from the new cohort. Yesterday evening we met at The Wallflower, a cafe on Main St, for a refreshment and some commiseration. I took fellow M.A. friend Kelly with me, because we had been studying together. I like the opportunity to talk to my peers and friends about their research. The thesis projects are diverse and fascinating. I also like the opportunity to have a big open-heart whinge about how awful it is that I haven't graduated yet.
But mostly I value the community, and I care about these people and the progress of their writing.
My goals for the next meeting, in April, is to have finished my final chapter. I'm so close. I only have about 5 pages to go. I just want to be done with the writing and start addressing the months-old criticism my supervisor and committee have kindly offered.
I told Matthew that I wanted to fast-forward my life a little bit, and how it made me feel guilty. I'm sure