Well, this is a bit late now, but I finished my degree in December. It sucked, it was a lot of work, and it made me want to bash my head against more than one wall, but overall, it was a good experience. It’s easy to say that now, of course, from this end of things; at the time, it seemed impossible that I would ever get every form turned in on time, every signature in place. After all, everyone knows it’s not the writing or the coursework that kills you, it’s the forms and procedures required by the department and the school that makes you want to commit murder.