The thesis-beast has finally been slayed. How many other graduate students are celebrating across the nation, the world, right now because their academic research has come to a victorious end?
It is a falsehood. Sure, this project is done, but so many more loom in the hazy future. There are many who will have to continue typing search words into expansive databases, painstakingly referencing scholarly studies into particular formats, and explaining informed consent to their willing participants – all to just continue in an earned, employed position. Give me application, give me meaning. I don’t want to be a contributor to a body of research; I want to be the wielding instrument, the intermediary.
The world of academia can seem almost irrelevant. Look up words. Read. Compile. Sift. Acquire various permissions. Gather data. Analyze it. Write it up in a way that sounds professional, yet makes sense. Rationalize that it somehow changes the world, makes a difference. Scoff at night time news reporters who exclaim that recent studies prove this or that and know that correlation does not equal causation. Repeat.
Yet, words empower. Data compels the critics to stop, take a look, implement changes, develop programs, fund projects. In short, research helps to catalog and fuel human curiosity and progress.
This one chapter is closed. There are still challenges to conquer, treatment plans to cook, carve, and serve, hot and ready. Underlying all of the work is a hope for an improved future, an enthusiasm for there being a continued present, a guided tomorrow.



















