I finished my thesis today.
I carefully loaded the document onto a USB stick, took a train to Leuven and entered the copy shop where I ordered four perfectly-bound copies. Two hours later (spent sipping wine with a friend…not a bad way to pass time), I returned and picked up the 64 pages of my thesis in book-form.
I went straight to my boyfriend’s office (he works for the university) to show him my masterpiece. After all, it was the reason I neglected all housework and — at times — cleanliness for the past couple of weeks.
Until I noticed a typo. Not a typo, a mistake. As soon as I hit the page it just jumped out at me. I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed it the hundred other times I had read the page.
Rather than referring to my “theoretical framework” chapter, I asked my readers to turn their attention back to my “theological framework” chapter.
Thank God the beer in Belgium is good.