Well, friends, it's official: I'm done with math. I had my oral comprehensive exam this morning, which was not nearly as bad as I've been making it out to be for the past year and a half. I passed, and I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Unfortunately, I still have one teeny tiny elective to finish up, but that will be over in about two weeks, and I will be a Master of Mathematics. (Doesn't that have a nice ring to it?) As a tribute to some of the crazy things I've learned, I've posted one of the proofs we did in a class last semester. It took several hours to prove. I'm not sure it's the longest one I've been through, but I wanted to post it, as my notes will probably end up in the trash eventually. But this way I have something to remember my grad school career by.
One of the primary reasons we started this blog was to keep a record of our lives. I think I've mentioned this before, but a central theme in the Old Testament (at least from my perspective) is to remember. "Remember the Lord your God who brought you out Egypt." I don't want to forget these past couple years because they have meant so much to me. Yes, grad school really, really sucked at times. There were times I had never felt so stupid and incompetent. But, there were times I felt more knowledgeable than ever before. I don't want to forget these times, because they shaped me into who I am.
That said, God really did bring me out of my own Egypt (read "grad school"). He did that in a very special way--He did it through Brett. As I've been sitting here thinking about how much I've learned the past couple years, I keep coming back to one central thought--I could never, ever have done this without Brett. I debated making this note public knowledge, but, then again, the whole point is to remember. So, here's a way not to forget.
Brett, here it is in writing. You have my permission never to let me forget this...
Thank you for supporting me and giving me a shoulder to cry on when I thought I'd never be good enough to get through this degree.
Thank you for believing in me--even when I didn't believe in myself.
Thank you for putting up with my glazed-over eyes when we were in mid-conversation, because my mind was wondering to some silly proof. I'm so sorry you had to put up with that. Our conversations are much more important, and I genuinely hope I can keep it under control from now on.
Thank you for being excited for me when I snapped out of it with an, "I got it!"
Thank you for sympathizing with me when I realized, "No, I don't got it."
Thank you for never complaining about all the restless nights before--and after--an exam.
Thank you for believing in me as a teacher, even when my students failed their tests...miserably.
Most of all, thank you for being a constant friend, one who has loved me unconditionally through this emotional ride. I could never have done this without you, and I hope to return the favor someday.
You really are the best,