Adventures in studying

So I'm studying in the little alcove off the main hallway in the JFSB. Another guy who is also studying in this area just got off a loud, long telephone conversation. Now, I know this is not the library, but everyone in this area is quietly studying--some are quietly sleeping. Common courtesy requires not having a long cell-phone conversation--or, at the very least, it requires hushed tones. This guy talked for nearly half an hour about dating, Halloween costumes, etc. in a loud voice just outside the alcove. At the end of the call, he said, "Well, it was nice talking to you, Grandma and Grandpa," and hung up his phone. He then walked back into the alcove, laid down and slid underneath one of the benches, and, using his backpack as a pillow, went to sleep.

I'm thinking it's probably time for me to get my cellphone out.

Being late

Yesterday, I left for school twenty minutes before my class started. My apartment is about a five-minute drive from campus, so this seemed like plenty of time to park and then walk the seven or eight minutes to my classroom. I drove quickly to campus, and then made a hopeless run through the lot by the Tanner building, where there is nearly never a spot open between the hours of 9:00am and 12:00pm. I was right to feel hopeless. There was no spot. It is my habit, however, to go through this hopeless ritual before heading to the law school parking lot where I know I can always find a spot.

Not disgruntled, I headed towards the law school. To my dismay, however, I saw that the parking lot was full to the brim. Other graduate students were circling the lot like vultures. Slight panic set in because I remembered that the last and only time this lot was full, I drove through five student lots south of campus for half an hour, trying to find a place to park, and was a half hour late to class. In an attempt to avoid a repeat of that disaster, I decided to try the student lots north of campus. This meant heading back in the direction of my apartment, which made me realize that I might as well have walked that day, but oh well.

Because of fun construction, I parked rather closer to the Harmon building than the Marriott, and then began the trek (in high heels, by the way), realizing that I would probably be fifteen minutes late to class. Being late to class as a graduate student is about one million times worse than being late to class as an undergrad. Not only are your classes smaller, but the door is typically behind the professor, so you have to walk in while everyone stares at you. Worse than that, however, is the perception of lateness as a graduate student. Walking in late as an undergrad is irresponsible, but semi-understandable--especially if it doesn't happen everyday. Walking in late as a graduate student is beyond "irresponsible," well into the realm of "completely unprofessional," and very nearly approaching "you have no future in this field."

The depressing reality of being completely unprofessional was weighing on me when I reached the Marriott center. At that point, a nice young man driving a golf-cart (the ones they give campus tours on) pulled up beside me and said, "Are you going to campus? Do you need a ride?" It was a godsend. Rather than being fifteen minutes late, I was only five minutes late. In graduate school realm, this is a much more excusable level of lateness. While still bad, the perception might just be that you were caught up in pondering the profundities of Romanticism, and lost track of Reality, until you suddenly realized it was 10:30am, and ran to class in true absent-minded, brilliant scholar fashion.

Thank you, golf-cart driver, for saving my reputation as a graduate student, and my feet from a fifteen minute walk in high-heels. That was my tender mercy of the day.

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back from the dead

I realize I haven't written in here for many months. Mostly, this is because I feel that a blog post requires that I say something clever, thoughtful, or existential. Unfortunately, I haven't had anything to say along those lines. Hence, the silence. As I was re-thinking my blog this morning, I decided to shift my focus. Rather than trying to be creative and English-major-y, I will use this blog as a place to put out simple, happy thoughts. I will not be clever. And it goes without saying that existentialism will no longer fit the mold.

The hope I have now is that this means I'll always have something to say. If I ever go many more months without posting, however, it most likely will mean I am in the midst of a deep depression, and you should probably bring me cookies. Chocolate chip, preferably.

procrastination

you are what inspires me to write in my blog

you are what keeps me up until midnight even though i have work at 6:45am

you are the reason why i am only half-way done with the huge project that is due at 2:00p.m. tomorrow

you are what keeps me looking for random youtube videos or new songs

you drive me to the fridge to scavenge for cold pizza

you are what finally gets me to get started on my project

you are what drives me to the library, even though i swore that place off last semester

you are the driving force of my life, my muse

i wish you weren't