My mother, daughter and I laughed so gleefully when we picked up the five copies of the thesis from the copy shop that the copying men smiled back, enjoying the absurdity of photo sessions in a copy shop. It looked just like in the PDF, except realer. It didn’t feel real at all leaving the bundle of theses in the secretary’s office with a letter on top formally requesting that the thesis be considered for the dr. art. degree. There were no witnesses except for my mother, daughter, two students we passed in the hall and my mother’s camera. But I think it’s true. I finished!