I've tried to start a blog so very many times. After all, I have THINGS TO SAY! I could be A (not the; that's hubris) VOICE OF MY GENERATION! The problem is, I keep getting mired down in trying to be thoughtful and meaningful while writing like Fitzgerald. Rookie mistake, I guess. What I have to say below introduces me and my "authorial voice" far better than some faux profundity. So, consider this my hello and welcome to my Grad School Wasteland.
What I am actually wearing today:
(When I am at my desk, this is all covered up by the giant fleece New England Patriots blanket I am using to stay warm since Huge State School has apparently decided not to pay their heating bill.)
Something that actually just happened to me:
I ventured out of my office to go down the creepy underground passage to the vending machines, because even though I profess to prefer "real food" with "real ingredients", I could not resist the pull of a vending machine Strawberry Cheese Danish. Working on campus all day on a Sunday should have its benefits, after all.
I scavenged the darkest reaches of my backpack and wallet for change, stood up, and tried to put said change in my sweater pocket. Puzzlingly, the pocket seemed to have disappeared. A quick visual inspection of my sweater revealed that there appeared to still be the outline of a pocket, so why can't I --
Oh. My sweater is on inside out. I have been here for four hours. Fortunately, I'm alone.
Welcome to year four of grad school, folks.
What I am actually wearing today:
- Giant stretchy GAP black yoga pants that are only 37% covered in cat hair
- A blue tank top that under other circumstances might be considered cute
- A black Mr. Rodgers-esque sweater, if Mr. Rodgers had sweaters made of cheap GAP rayon
- Leopard print fleece socks because it's freezing in my basement TA office
- Black reasonably nice name-brand ballet flats because they were closest to the door of my house and CLEARLY the best choice to trudge through a snowy yard
- A Red Sox cap to cover my unwashed hair
(When I am at my desk, this is all covered up by the giant fleece New England Patriots blanket I am using to stay warm since Huge State School has apparently decided not to pay their heating bill.)
Something that actually just happened to me:
I ventured out of my office to go down the creepy underground passage to the vending machines, because even though I profess to prefer "real food" with "real ingredients", I could not resist the pull of a vending machine Strawberry Cheese Danish. Working on campus all day on a Sunday should have its benefits, after all.
I scavenged the darkest reaches of my backpack and wallet for change, stood up, and tried to put said change in my sweater pocket. Puzzlingly, the pocket seemed to have disappeared. A quick visual inspection of my sweater revealed that there appeared to still be the outline of a pocket, so why can't I --
Oh. My sweater is on inside out. I have been here for four hours. Fortunately, I'm alone.
Welcome to year four of grad school, folks.
