Now if only my papers for the end of the semester would write themselves and be brilliant.
Being in graduate school is like having schizophrenia. Who will I be tomorrow? A confident student, or a fearful one? What will I think tomorrow? That I don't know if I can do it, or that I can totally rock the shit out of it?
I'm ready for Christmas break.
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send me a link! you RAWK.
All the typical joking around we do aside: you really do kick ass and I'm glad I've had the chance to work with you on the few projects we've done.
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