My doctorate looks at me every day, in my law office. There is a crack that runs through the glass. Says many things. Occasional glass of life. The crack that does not shatter. Frame one’s own meaning out of damage. And so on, with high drama or low.
Obtained the doctorate in 1993. Feeling mixed about much at the time. Went to the Zellers (Woolco?) in downtown Kitchener. Picked out a frame with a picture of a cow in it. Put the doctorate in the frame, over the cow picture. Ended up slightly off-centre. Hung it in my office at Wilfrid Laurier University.
It fell down a couple of days later; cracked glass. Put it back up, and have left it that way, ever since, wherever I have been.
Says this is a most important academic accomplishment (not necessarily the most important, when reflecting on law degree), but also seriously flawed, particularly as to outcomes.
The Appointment now hangs beside it, all pristine. Doctoral studies relating to the Appointment, in terms of appreciating research into regulatory processes and the doctoral conclusions relating to same. Siblings, of sorts.
Partner says she will get new frame for doctorate, having picked out Appointment frame.
No; doctorate says what it needs to say, already.