Done

At the end of my first semester at Mills, I was in the library during finals week when i heard a woman across the library announce (in a fairly loud voice for a library) “I’m done with my thesis.”

I looked up and watched her as she stood up from her computer, walked toward the printer, and came back to her computer with her papers in hand and repeated slowly, “I’m done with my thesis.”

I remember wishing that I had known her, so I could give her the kind of celebration that moment deserved. And now, years later I have just finished my own thesis, and I wish I could find that woman so we could celebrate together.

I’m done with my thesis.