If This is Grad Student Life...
At 47 pages (possibly more as I finish up bibliographical notes), the edits and final draft are at near completion; one more read-through and I'll be finished. However, I feel as if my mental state is addled. As I manually apply page numbers and scroll through for line spacing corrections, I'm listening to High School Musical (OH, NO NO NO, STICK TO THE STUFF YOU KNOOOOOOW-OOOOOOH) and intermittently watching mocku-episodes of "Yo Gabba Gabba" from The Soup. All while asking people if its grammatically acceptable for institutions to engender feelings of somesuch thing.
Grad student life may very well lead to my internment at a federally funded center for the mentally unsound.
EDIT (2:22 PST): Having just checked my e-mail, I have an interview set up with Blue Bottle Coffee! Score!
I also just went dancing down the hallway Flashdance style in a mixture of happiness and delerium. Something is really...something's not righ...really wrong...
Grad student life may very well lead to my internment at a federally funded center for the mentally unsound.
EDIT (2:22 PST): Having just checked my e-mail, I have an interview set up with Blue Bottle Coffee! Score!
I also just went dancing down the hallway Flashdance style in a mixture of happiness and delerium. Something is really...something's not righ...really wrong...