So I defended my thesis yesterday. Let me tell you, it was surprisingly anticlimactic. Once it's done, no confetti streams from the ceiling. Just some handshakes and a few smiles.
The ride into the thesis defence looked something like this:
The stress levels started climbing as I rushed to finish my thesis for submission to my committee. Then there were the three weeks while I waited for the defence itself. The start of that period found my stress levels dropping, right up until I started preparing my presentation.
Preparing a good presentation is an art form. I've had a lot of inspiration from watching my supervisor master presentations, and I took a lot of his techniques in order to try to keep the thesis presentation interesting and lively. Managed to get a few laughs during the presentation, which broke tension and kept me going.
I was pretty happy with the presentation that happened. I realized at the time there were a few points I needed to cover, and managed to weave them in on the fly largely OK. Aside from a few tongue trip ups, I felt like it went smoothly.
The defence was largely cordial, and I felt like I answered the questions with a good amount of confidence (and correctness).
Then it was done.
I suppose at this point I have my masters, barring the needed revisions. Still, it feels very anti-climactic. I wonder if this is just me; I didn't feel nearly as much stress about the defence as I had felt stress about the presentation -- so perhaps in my head I'd already written off the degree as a foregone conclusion.
My master's was a huge amount of work, and I'm very proud of what I accomplished. It was a struggle at points, and there were certainly times where I felt like giving up might have been the best option. Yet I did it. I finished it up. Maybe I just wish there has been some fireworks (just kidding).