Posted by I can officially claim myself as a member of the ivory tower elite. At least, that’s what they tell me.
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*secret handshake*
Welcome!
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Congrats!
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Congratulations.
With your new god-like powers, how do you plan to remain grounded?
BCH
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Congratulations! Now you can get the good tables at restaurants — reservation for Dr. ___
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Well done. Tell us about the experience.
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Congrats — now where? A postdoc somewhere?
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Congratulations!
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When I finished my dissertation defense, my committe, individually, addressed me as Doctor, shook my hand, and took me out to lunch. I was touched and impressed.
Back a year later, talking with one of my grad school colleagues, he made the comment, “Well, I see that getting the PhD didn’t turn you into a butterfly. I guess it turns the world into a butterfly.”
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Bravo. I’ll buy you a beer in Barcelona and compare notes on the handshake.
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Sorry, I neglected to offer congratulations. I hope you will, at an appropriate time, become like me, an Emeritus Professor. Life is good!
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Congratulations! Quite an accomplishment.
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Way to go, motherfucker! w00t!!!
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Whatever you do, don’t get a postdoc. It’s a bottomless pit of despair!
Or maybe that’s just me. Anyway, welcome to the club.
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Congratulations!
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Yes, many congratulations.
When he became Lord George Byron at the age of 11 or so, the budding poet told his mother that it was strange but he didn’t feel any different. It’s like that.
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Congrats! Now you get to rela..err, nevermind.
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Mazal Tov,Rich! Now you can have as much of Indian Pale Ale as you wish and slip 16 hours a day – ad mea esrim! Mark
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Congrats!
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