April 19, 2004
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I am officially a Ph.D. candidate. Nothing can stop me now! Muah-hahaha!

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Posted on April 19, 2004 05:18 PM
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fucking YEAH! nice job.

unless this means you just signed up to take your exam or something and haven't actually taken it.

Posted by: didofoot on April 19, 2004 05:21 PM

oh, i just read the second sentence of your entry. my fucking yeah stands. (clearly *i* will not be receiving my phd anytime soon.)

Posted by: didofoot on April 19, 2004 05:24 PM

no it means he passed his exam and now has to do more research for like 3-4 years. right? yey jacob! i mean, ahem ahem DR. jacob.

Posted by: michele on April 19, 2004 05:24 PM

you'll definitely have to go by "doctor jacob," because "doctor corn" sounds like an over-the-counter foot disease cream.

Posted by: didofoot on April 19, 2004 05:31 PM

Big deal. I won't be impressed until you can start prescribing stuff.

Posted by: jason S on April 19, 2004 05:52 PM

Congratulations!

Posted by: christine on April 19, 2004 06:01 PM

yeah!!! wooo!!!! yeeeeowza!!!

oh, yeah, and jacob, good on the exam. ok, back to my baby jesus butt plug.

hallelujiah!!!!

Posted by: erica on April 19, 2004 06:52 PM

kristen, you just called his dad an over the counter foot disease cream.

bunions!

Posted by: michele on April 19, 2004 06:56 PM

Whoah. NEVER call me Dr. Corn. That's my dad.

And I'm not a doctor yet. That's where the 3-4 more years of research that Michele mentioned comes in. But there's no exit exam, so it's 3-4 years of the home stretch.

Posted by: Jacob on April 19, 2004 09:43 PM

Quite the contrary, Jacob, Dr. Corn is your future self. You'd better start getting used to him now, because you've only got 3-4 years until he's you. I mean until you're him. Or you're you. He. You.

Urgh.

Posted by: Dianna on April 19, 2004 10:30 PM

In 3-4 years, there will be a great ceremony on the eve of the full moon in which you and your father will BECOME ONE, an unstoppable foot-cream-prescribing force with two heads and one heart.

Posted by: jason S on April 20, 2004 03:57 PM

But you won't be called Dr. Corn. You will be called Dr. Death, referring to the death of foot fungus.

Posted by: jason S on April 20, 2004 03:59 PM

know i'm late to chime in on this, but i feel your pain, jacob. it is the same reason that i go by "Ms. D." instead of Ms. Dobney. everytime someone mistakenly calls me Ms. Dobney, I whip around, expecting my mother to be standing behind me. then i realize they're talking to me, and i surreptitiously look down to make sure i'm not wearing a jumper and a music note pin.

p.s. mom, if you someday find this comment by googling my name, i love your jumpers and pins. just on you, not me.

p.p.s. i am a dork. a tired, tired dork.

Posted by: erica on April 21, 2004 03:14 AM

Alas, I am even later than Erica to chime in, but no less enthusiastic for my tardiness - Congratufuckinglations!!!!! You are HOT HOT HOT you sexy candidate you!

PS - about the name thing... the good thing is that it skips a generation. Explanation --> my mother could never go by Ms. Harris because she would expect to see her mother in law - a kindegarten teacher of 40+ years, but _I_ have no problem with the name because I never actually heard my own mother called by it.

Of course, I will probably never go by Ms Harris, or Dr. Harris, or Professor Harris... but that has more to do with my feminist principles =)

Posted by: Jolie on April 23, 2004 02:38 PM
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