Reader reports are starting to come in on my dissertation, and they’re … good. Very good. People like what I’ve written!
This should make me happy, and it does, mostly. But I also feel weirdly uncomfortable with the praise. Part of me wants to send my readers an e-mail saying, “No! You’ve been deceived! Read it again, you’ll see. My dissertation is full of flaws and giant holes and it’s made of apple cores and old Chinese newspapers!*”
I think grad school permanently damaged my ability to accept a compliment.
* Coincidentally, these are the same ingredients used in PowerSauce Bars.