September 4, 2009 by Jen
Today marks the end of my first (full) week of graduate school. It’s a momentous occasion. I celebrated by catching the toe of my shoe on a larger-than-average gap in the sidewalk and doing a very un-graceful “caught myself before nose-planting in the concrete” move. I knew there was a reason I didn’t wear shoes on a regular basis. Even flats are not conducive to health.
- I have a one-comment
brilliancemoderate intelligence quota for class discussions. The probability of meeting the quota decreases exponentially between the hours of two and four p.m.
- I kind of liked being a big fish.
- I occasionally experience an inexplicable craving for math. Something solid. Concrete. Two plus two sounds good. Differential equations would be okay too.
- Facebook is still an amazing tool of procrastination. So is blogging.
- Whoever established the twenty-four hour day was not a working graduate student.
- On the question “to socialize or not to socialize,” it’s don’t ask, don’t tell (your sleep deprivation sensors).
- I remember when I used to like the word “irony.”