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It's ridiculous that a grown man should place so much power in the hands of his advisor, but her compliments on my work today mean the world to me -- though we'll see what she says after she's read Thesis Chapter One, Completed Second.

Dragon Lady, the professor who owns my soul (or at least my Tuesdays and Thursdays) has apparently been raving about me behind my back, and my Advisor has been bragging about my work ethic to the Theatre Education department. Theatre Ed has two graduate students who have both been working on their theses for almost two academic years now. I cut them more slack than she does, since they both have kids, but honestly, their kids are school-age and they also have husbands and neither works outside the home. I love my Advisor, she has all the gossip.

So, that was good, and she and I had a good talk and she's really excited about the whole Gender Illusionist thing, although of course I would be running contrary to popular scholarship, which has declared drag to be "non-performative".

UH, BWUH?

Anyhow. Apparently I'll be the only graduate student getting hooded this year in the department. It's all me, baby.

My advisor thinks I should apply to teach theatre history on the east coast where the average class size < 30. Seriously considering it.