my dissertation partner long
he had signed on
with a madman.
Darryl, was a black communist
and I was a white witch doctor.
“These are sensitive times,” he said. “You have to be careful what you say.”
in what was silencing him.
He didn’t know
that long ago
I decided my doctorate degree
was a poetic challenge—not something to be taken seriously.
After 9 years of university, 1 more
seemed superfluous. What could they teach me in 1 more year?
The answers weren’t there…
and the kings and queens of those supposed answers
The whole world was a dictatorship
run by dicks and vaginas
but I had to find-out for myself.
My dissertation partner needed that piece of paper
and I suspected
I needed nothing,
but I didn’t know that,
until I graduated.
2 thoughts on “What I Learned Upon Graduation”
Another excellent piece! So much I could say about the dissertation process, but I won’t. what I will say is that somewhere in the early process of my own doctorate degree process I was introduced to a comic called Piled Higher and Deeper, and it’s comedic interpretation of the process of completing original research saved me…
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Yes, surviving higher education is an adaptive skill, beyond the dissertation work!
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