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During Kelsie's first semester in grad school, one of her profs said "grad students have historically bonded over their misery." I believed it then when I was just a naive tadpole just starting out. I believe it even more today. I have such mixed feelings about the whole thing. On one hand, everyday is an intellectual adventure. I feel enlightened, inspired, ready to do my part in society. On the other hand, it depresses me. Classes are harder. Focusing more on supervised activities and critiques on performance. I'm finally at a point in my life where I genuinely like myself. I don't put myself down about my weight, looks, incompetencies(?), or my (no longer applicable) social anxiety. But now I'm tearing my hair out worried a teacher is going to think I'm A) clueless B) totally wrong for this profession C) a phoney. All I can do is try my best. And as lame as it sounds, get by with a litle help from my friends.
At least work is fun. I always laughed at losers who spent their free time at their place of work. But I found myself doing the same recently. Seriously, I have the best job in the world. If we didn't have a hiring freeze right now, I'd be telling everyone to hit it. It's like a party everyday. People come in and say they need tutoring. But they just wanna party with the tutors.
Oh. Mom stole a Harlequin Romance novel from some doctor's office. I dunno why, seeing as how it's written in (mostly colloquial) English. I picked it up out of curiosity and omg I love it. Needs moar subtle, erotic double entendres. I'm in a romantic mood now. I'm going to take a bubble bath, light candles, sip champagne. Wear silk lingerie to bed. Be a total cliche.
Stay friends with an ex or pretend they don't exist? I just don't know. We had an amicable split and I kind of want to hang out with him because for the most part, he is good times and one of the few friends I know who's usually up for anything (read: not cheap and not a total Debbie Downer). Plus, his friends are cool. But still. It's an ex. Can you really be friends? Does someone secretly (or not so secretly) harbor bitterness/feelings/hope? Hm. These are the questions that haunt me.
Y so thinky?
At least work is fun. I always laughed at losers who spent their free time at their place of work. But I found myself doing the same recently. Seriously, I have the best job in the world. If we didn't have a hiring freeze right now, I'd be telling everyone to hit it. It's like a party everyday. People come in and say they need tutoring. But they just wanna party with the tutors.
Oh. Mom stole a Harlequin Romance novel from some doctor's office. I dunno why, seeing as how it's written in (mostly colloquial) English. I picked it up out of curiosity and omg I love it. Needs moar subtle, erotic double entendres. I'm in a romantic mood now. I'm going to take a bubble bath, light candles, sip champagne. Wear silk lingerie to bed. Be a total cliche.
Stay friends with an ex or pretend they don't exist? I just don't know. We had an amicable split and I kind of want to hang out with him because for the most part, he is good times and one of the few friends I know who's usually up for anything (read: not cheap and not a total Debbie Downer). Plus, his friends are cool. But still. It's an ex. Can you really be friends? Does someone secretly (or not so secretly) harbor bitterness/feelings/hope? Hm. These are the questions that haunt me.
Y so thinky?