Steve and I are both writing our theses to complete our masters in applied science. So cute, we’re in the same program. In fact, we’ve taken all of the same classes. Steve tagged along for my first couple of classes and then applied and got into my program at the University of Denver.
It’s been a long haul – three years and counting in the program, we took all of our classes while also working full-time jobs. We finished our coursework prior to getting married (over a year now!), and were left with the daunting task of writing a thesis. Needless to say, we put it off long enough and it was time to get rid of that nagging sense of fleeting accomplishment.
My thesis is that I don’t like writing a thesis! But I did. It’s been a grueling two months, filled with days cooped up in hotel rooms in less than desirable neighborhoods of Spokane, Wash., bike rides and other general fitness activities kissed goodbye, walls kicked, and otherwise looking forward to never going back to school again.
I’m writing about how to better understand stakeholders’ life experiences as they relate to their environmental perspective, in an attempt to better collaborative policy making. Steve talks about the importance of a strong community in native tallgrass prairie restoration efforts.
That said, we’re not done. Back and forth and back and forth with our advisors, can I just say that it will be nice when it’s over, and I finally get my piece of paper saying how smart I am.
I told Steve, “this thesis is taking years off of your life” (because he’s so stressed out about it). He replied, “I can feel them leaving right now.”