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The question most passionately on my mind right now:
How the hell do people afford graduate school?!?
Despite the fact that I'm fully funded, I'm still a ball of stress trying to figure out how I'm going to make it all work: rent, health insurance, car insurance, car payments, food, utilities, gas, books, the occasional purchase of suitable-for-cold-weather-clothing-that-i-do-not-possess-having-grown-up-in-the-south.
I think maybe I just need to relax, accept the inevitability of a part-time job, and trust that's it's all going to work out. Because somehow it always does. And I know how to live independently on not very much money. I've been doing it for the last year. But it's amazing how expensive it is just to be alive.
I have eaten black beans out of the can for dinner before because there was nothing else and at least they have protein.
So this weekend I'm in Pittsburgh with my mom, checking out the city, the school, and trying to find a place to live. We found a really cute, cozy little studio apartment that I'm probably going to end up in... the paperwork's not done yet, but I'm already thinking of it as my new place. It's right on the T line so I can take public transportation to school and not pollute the lovely atmosphere. I had a strange, yet amusing, thought last night, though, as I was falling asleep...
"I think my hotel room is bigger than my new apartment..."
But it's a freakin' huge hotel room. This is what happens when I travel with my mother. Only the biggest, the best, the fanciest... it's makes me feel a little guilty. I'll feel so much more myself when I'm eating a can of beans for dinner again.
Duquesne University... oh, Duquesne, what can I say about you... you upper middle class white catholic school on a hill? How is it that you have a young, energetic, black, critical race theorist with a list of publications and accolades a mile long and such a lovely continental philosophy program? Oh, you Abercrombie and Fitch clad undergrads... just wait until CORE132: Basic Philosophical Questions where your minds will be mine for three hours a week.... I can't wait. I hope you're looking forward to it as much as I am. But please, leave your Louis Vuitton purses at home... I think I'm banning them from my classroom.
There are so many rivers and bridges and tunnels here... I love it. It's so... not like Atlanta. At all.
But don't be fooled by Queer As Folk. There are no gay people here.
How the hell do people afford graduate school?!?
Despite the fact that I'm fully funded, I'm still a ball of stress trying to figure out how I'm going to make it all work: rent, health insurance, car insurance, car payments, food, utilities, gas, books, the occasional purchase of suitable-for-cold-weather-clothing-that-i-do-not-possess-having-grown-up-in-the-south.
I think maybe I just need to relax, accept the inevitability of a part-time job, and trust that's it's all going to work out. Because somehow it always does. And I know how to live independently on not very much money. I've been doing it for the last year. But it's amazing how expensive it is just to be alive.
I have eaten black beans out of the can for dinner before because there was nothing else and at least they have protein.
So this weekend I'm in Pittsburgh with my mom, checking out the city, the school, and trying to find a place to live. We found a really cute, cozy little studio apartment that I'm probably going to end up in... the paperwork's not done yet, but I'm already thinking of it as my new place. It's right on the T line so I can take public transportation to school and not pollute the lovely atmosphere. I had a strange, yet amusing, thought last night, though, as I was falling asleep...
"I think my hotel room is bigger than my new apartment..."
But it's a freakin' huge hotel room. This is what happens when I travel with my mother. Only the biggest, the best, the fanciest... it's makes me feel a little guilty. I'll feel so much more myself when I'm eating a can of beans for dinner again.
Duquesne University... oh, Duquesne, what can I say about you... you upper middle class white catholic school on a hill? How is it that you have a young, energetic, black, critical race theorist with a list of publications and accolades a mile long and such a lovely continental philosophy program? Oh, you Abercrombie and Fitch clad undergrads... just wait until CORE132: Basic Philosophical Questions where your minds will be mine for three hours a week.... I can't wait. I hope you're looking forward to it as much as I am. But please, leave your Louis Vuitton purses at home... I think I'm banning them from my classroom.
There are so many rivers and bridges and tunnels here... I love it. It's so... not like Atlanta. At all.
But don't be fooled by Queer As Folk. There are no gay people here.