sockparade

graduate school

I won’t miss the windowless classrooms, the busy work, the meandering lectures on sleepy Monday afternoons, the long lines at lunch, or the tuition payments…

… but I’m really going to miss having the opportunity to meet so many different people and getting to know them in bits and pieces over the course of two years.

Even when working for a big corporation, you really only get to know your immediate department co-conspirators.  Graduate school — at least a fairly small one (~120 people in my year) like the social work program that I’m in, provides a pretty unique environment to build friendships.

I just wanted to write that down so that I didn’t take it for granted.

I also wanted to state that I like Chicken Broth.  Er, chicken broth.  Uncontrollable capitalization there.

I want a upgraded MacBook Pro, blah blah blah, I’ll stop boring you with my wants and needs.  Let’s talk about your wants and needs.

I want to give Bon Iver a big hug.  I think he needs one.  (I know his name is Justin Vernon.)

Who Gets the Prize for Fastest Comment? I Think I Do.

Anyway, All I Wanted to Say is… “What a Sap.”

And if I Had Ubiquitous, I Would Correct “Uncontrollably capitalization.”

*hands Ash a prize, which, as it turns out, is a box of chicken broth*

thanks buddy. now your comment doesn’t make sense. oh well, see you tomorrow. note to self – get more sleep.

it does… think about it!

oh… i see. oh well.