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I defended my biochemistry Ph.D. thesis in April of 2000. More than 6 months prior to my defense date, I had moved 3000 miles across the coast (after a 1.5 year long distance marriage, it was time to leave the snow-belts of upstate New York and join the sunshine of Southern California) and got a (non-science) job in industry. I was in a state of personal and professional transition.And there was the matter of "that time in 1996" that haunted me:That was the time when I wasn't in good health and suffering from undiagnosed clinical depression, doing my PhD research 3 hours away off campus and lacking camaraderie of other graduate students, and constantly putting immense pressure on myself to keep going and "maintaining the appearance of holding myself together." I wasn't feeling well even before I started with the first projected overhead transparency. Everyone was watching; some faces I recognized and many I didn't from being off campus for more than a year, and I began my talk. I felt more and more ill as I presented, until suddenly one side of my face began to tingle and grow numb and one of my eyes began to dim: I was in the process of fainting! I said that I needed to sit down. I never could get back up. The chair of the department had to close out my talk and I had never felt so mortified and embarrassed in my life....Anyway -- going into my defense was this horrific memory of my prior performance -- that was nowhere as high stakes as this thesis defense was going to be. My defense was public: the department posted announcements and booked a lecture auditorium.I'd grown a bit stronger as a person since, but just in case, and to avoid repeating that 1996 fiasco, I asked a physician to prescribe a (fast acting, short half-life) anxiolytic, which I'd broken in half and took it right before my defense.But it was as if I took nothing at all: I was so high on adrenaline, I had to focus my breathing so I wouldn't hyperventilate and faint again. I started out talking a bit too fast from my nerves, then went through the rest of the presentation smoothly, answered questions from students and faculty, and left the auditorium so members of my committee could discuss and decide.I had come a long way along my doctorate journey. Through this, I persevered when I became estranged from my family because my parents had a change of heart and decided that getting a doctorate was a waste of time for a girl (I'd be the first doctorate degree holder in my family). I had survived multiple car accidents due to icy roads (including a deer that decided - wrongly and fatally - it could outrun my car crossing the interstate highway during a snow storm). My fiance-then-husband was on the opposite coast. It had been an isolating experience for me in many sense of the word. This defense was the final checkpoint on a very long 7-year road, and one of completion and closure.[above: my afternoon schedule, which looked like my morning schedule, and weekend schedule, every day for a big part of my life, rain or shine, through good health or bad... my god it was like I was married to my PhD research for 7 years.]I hovered in the hallway chatting with a student whose face looked familiar; he was there for my 1996 fainting spell and one of the few remaining students whom I still knew at this institution. Then I was called back in.Members of my committee were left in the room. My adviser said that normally they'd take more time to discuss, but given what they had seen and heard, "A congratulations is in order."Then the committee members stood up, starting with my adviser, and each extending his hand, saying to me, "Congratulations, Dr. Chin," as I shook their hands.It felt surreal.It didn't really sink in.Months later, my husband and I went to a Fedex station to pick up a package that required my signature. The line was long and the customer service rep behind the counter was short-tempered. I filled out the form and gave it to her. She put it on her clipboard and moved to another customer and forgot about my form.I waited and waited but she forgot about my form and my package.I got her attention and said I was still waiting for my package. When she told me to fill out a form, I reminded her that I did fill out the form and that it was on the clipboard underneath some other forms she'd placed on top of mine. She was snappy with me! Maybe I was dressed grunge-y; no make-up with a ponytail and a neon yellow sweatshirt with purple-white checkered shorts (I looked a horrific sight, my husband celebrated the day I threw away those shorts)... still, you'd think I was inconveniencing her, the way she exhaled loudly going back into the warehouse to retrieve my package (i.e. her JOB).My husband and I continued hovering at the back of the room and I was starting to get pissed at my poor treatment.I heard, "Dr. Chin! Dr. Chin?" in a mellifluous voice -- from this same customer service rep.The package was bound copies of my doctorate dissertation. The mailing label addressed me as "Dr. Jane Chin, Ph.D."I walked up loudly in my flip-flops to this rep who was now all smiles and courtesy while I signed for my package and walked back to my husband who had the most gleeful grin on his face.I felt a bit more "like a Ph.D." at that moment.P.S. I started finally getting used to being called "Dr. Chin" about 4 years since the defense.P.P.S. Ben Y. Zhao is absolutely correct (per our comment dialog) that this PhD defense is really but a STARTING point in the many high stakes situations we will encounter through our lives. I'm grateful that I earned an opportunity to get this level of practice relatively early in my life, for all the harder challenges that will come after: My comment on why we can respect all this drama.P.P.P.S. and what is it with me and things going on during presentations and speaking engagements?! My comment to Cyndi's comment about throwing up and passing out when speaking in public - and how equipment seems to go wrong when it's my turn to speak.