tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post8907977418054161547..comments2023-12-23T04:56:29.702-05:00Comments on Ferule & Fescue: Getting out of grad school aliveFlaviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832765671541392835noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-11133620690432046442014-08-23T20:56:48.340-04:002014-08-23T20:56:48.340-04:00Funny, I recently nearly dug out my old journal, b...Funny, I recently nearly dug out my old journal, but dreaded the idea and was happy to skip it (I wanted to confirm a fact, not relive my embarrassing neuroses). Still, you're absolutely right that it's good to remember these periods and have empathy for those living through similar periods now. <br />-life_of_a_foolAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-26499626722126463872014-08-23T18:07:08.231-04:002014-08-23T18:07:08.231-04:00This whole discussion is also reminding me of the ...This whole discussion is also reminding me of the kind of super-spooky dream that usually comes when I can't really fall asleep well: I am having a nightmare but I know I'm having a nightmare, so I force myself awake to avoid the terrible nightmare thing, and then after I wake up, the terrible nightmare thing keeps happening! Because I am still asleep and having a nightmare! These usually end with me screaming at the top of my lungs and PhysioWife waking me up. Lolz.PhysioProffenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-4172765064904365262014-08-23T18:00:26.469-04:002014-08-23T18:00:26.469-04:00CPP:
I'd totally forgotten that line! But yea...CPP:<br /><br />I'd totally forgotten that line! But yeah, I think I always assumed he was sitting in the kitchen sink. The dripping kitchen sink.<br /><br />It <i>was</i> spooky. I never expected to be there for four whole years. (And get this: the building was named "El Dorado." Such false advertising!)Flaviahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17832765671541392835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-15900164751301007492014-08-23T17:39:01.279-04:002014-08-23T17:39:01.279-04:00MSI:
I live to serve.
Yeah, I think it's im...MSI:<br /><br />I live to serve. <br /><br />Yeah, I think it's important to remember the bad times--for lots of reasons, but some of them professional. Whenever I find a grad students or junior fac twitchy or needy or insecure (or self-aggrandizing or whatever), it's good to stop and remember that this just goes with the territory, and that they're almost certainly holding their shit together better than I did.Flaviahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17832765671541392835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-80735575515846469562014-08-23T17:06:42.238-04:002014-08-23T17:06:42.238-04:00By which I mean, me too, just minus the subsequent...By which I mean, me too, just minus the subsequent professional attainments. I really like these posts where you lament grad school.Miss Self-Importanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04477849823290773026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-86725364350133292712014-08-23T17:05:15.215-04:002014-08-23T17:05:15.215-04:00Oddly, the pleasure of self-recognition in other p...Oddly, the pleasure of self-recognition in other people's stories is not diminished by its being the recognition of misery.Miss Self-Importanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04477849823290773026noreply@blogger.com