Examiner Fired

I had the unusual experience, the first time I finished a Master's degree, of having an examiner fired -- no thanks to me. My seminary, though, put it more discreetly: “We have approached a second examiner who will begin working on your examination shortly.” The examination of my final Master’s thesis had dragged into its fourth month. OBSERVATION: I joked that the examiner must be falling asleep every time he opened my thesis, or perhaps he was suffering heart palpitations. I finally passed cum laude. It was a difficult thesis, though. It was cross-disciplinary: theology and linguistics. Somebody said: “Just like you, Thomas. You couldn't go and write a normal thesis like everyone else.”