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 hope the pigs’ PR people are on the ball.
Me, I think it might be a collaborative conspiracy by part of tea growers, honey harvesters, and lemon juice extractors (and a few stubborn moonshiners, more than likely).
So…having passed through the initial flames of erudition, has my cerebral capacity expanded in noticeable ways?
Nope.
I have, however, come across a number of enlightening moments, which I would love to share with you. With no further ado…
When the Light Hits Your Eye Like a Big Coffee Pie, That’s Fluorescent
- I have a one-comment
brilliance moderate 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.”
- Coffee.
- Tea.
- Chocolate.
To be continued…
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The author of Snark on the Side is not your average run-of-the-millennial generation.
Jen is a contradiction in terms: a graceful klutz, a smart blond, a math-savvy English degree-holder, a southern liberal, and an adult amateur equestrian who doesn’t match her saddle pads.
Snark on the Side is a work in progress, born out of years of rambling email newsletters and anthropomorphized Christmas letters, small town observations, and the ever-present irony of pursuing a career with a degree in English literature.
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