As the youngest of four children, I was often charged with the task of asking the Four Questions at our family’s Passover Seder. Years later, when there is little chance that I will be the youngest in attendance again, one of the Four Questions remains in my mind: Why is this night different from all other nights?
As a graduate student who is attempting to stake my claim in the scholarly world with great difficulty, I find myself asking: Why is my dissertation different from all other dissertations?
To be honest, I haven’t the slightest clue. My proposal is due on Friday and I am stuck. I lack motivation, inspiration, and other things that end in “-ation”. Although I have plenty of preparation, I consistently proceed with trepidation as the days continue to pass me by.
I feel like a Jew in the desert waiting for intellectual mana to fall from the sky. For now, all I have is virtual matzo and an unwritten prospectus draft.
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