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In early April, while video calling with my friends, laughing over the small, silly things that keep quarantine light, feigning quick jabs at inside jokes, worrying and luxuriating in next year’s possibilities, my friend mentioned one such possibility she was working on, her thesis proposal. I started. Were we supposed to be thinking about theses already? How was I supposed to know we were supposed to be thinking about theses? COVID-19 had already cancelled another friend’s research arrangements in Zambia I learned. As I registered everyone else leaping off the starting blocks, I remained, unsure how, or whether, to jump.