you know you’re close with someone when you’re conversations stop starting with “hello” or “how are you?” and begin starting with rANDOM CAPS LOCK AND SCREAMING INFORMATION AT EACH OTHER
benedict is really good looking
Mmmm yeah just look at that profile.
My three physicist roommates and I may be putting on a production of Dr. Horrible’s Sing-A-Long Blog. Because all of us are getting our Ph.D.s … in Horribleness.
No but really it’s happening. I’m making them.
SANSA APPRECIATION WEEK: favourite quote
"You’re like one of those birds from the Summer Isles, aren’t you? A pretty little talking bird, repeating all the pretty little words they taught you to recite."
Sophie Turner for Karen Millen’s 2014 Fall Campaign
Anonymous said: Hi, please tell me a little more about what you do- how does one read for a living and what can one do to read for a living too? I'm prepared to do anything not too terrible and am prepared to say goodbye to a few limbs if required:)
Oh my sweet summer anon, I wouldn’t go offering up body parts just yet. The reason I say I “read for a living” is because, as a grad student in history, for the last two years I have almost literally done nothing but read academic texts. Sounds fun, right? But before you decide to sacrifice your limbs to my terrible angry god, grant me this opportunity to convince you otherwise.
AN ANIMATED GUIDE TO GRAD SCHOOL
In my program, for the first two years you take courses, for which you have about 400-600 pages of reading per week, per class; it comes out to around 200-300 pages a day. In the spring of your second year, you take your General exams, which qualify you to begin your dissertation, but which require binge reading on a scale I’ve never experienced before: 200+ books in three months. Basically it’s an academic hazing ritual.
(Also, the strain on your eyes is a real and measurable thing; my glasses prescription is constantly changing, and these days people in the row behind me on airplanes can probably read off my kindle because I need the font so large.)
But worse than that is the psychological pressure—everybody has a bad case of the Imposter Syndrome, but somehow that doesn’t make anyone feel better. Also, academia is petty and ridiculous (see: previous complaining posts by me.)
I’ll admit, finally getting to do my own dissertation work is an incredible relief and almost fun, but then again, it’s entirely possible that at this point I have Stockholm Syndrome. Or it’s a Sunk Cost Fallacy sort of situation. Or I’m just past the point of no return.
BUT IT’S NOT TOO LATE FOR YOU!
My undergraduate advisor told me not to apply to grad school. She said it was suffering, and existential crises, and there were other, more profitable, less psychologically destructive ways to sell your soul. But I thought I was special.
I wasn’t special.
So please, please, do what I didn’t do:
Apparently I don’t follow any of the people hating on Breaking Bad’s Emmy wins, only the people shutting down the people hating on Breaking Bad’s Emmy wins. So the point is I have good taste in blogs. *gives myself a thumbs-up in the mirror*
TWO TIMES EMMY AWARD WINNER ANNA GUNN