Panel 1: Barbara and Marie walk out of the post office together.
Barbara: It's gone.
Panel 2:Barbara sits down on a sloping ledge in front of a stone wall.
Barbara: My Ph.D. thesis, to which I have sacrificed my youth and sanity, is winging its way to my absentee supervisor. I'm...I'm free.
Panel 3: Marie sits down next to Barbara.
Marie: So what will you do for the rest of the summer?
Panel 4:
Barbara: Hide in my room and cry.
Marie: Makes sense.
Alt-Text:
Reaction from the completion of the Ph.D. thesis lasts a considerable
time. Mine hasn't ended yet. I sent my manuscript to my supervisor in
June of 2007.
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