I'm Not Drunk...
... or even hungover, which is odd because at many points in grad school I promised myself that if I ever managed to graduate I would go on a week-long binge in which I drank myself into another dimension.
As grad school progressed and the prospect of keeping such a promise seemed more and more likely, the promise began to diminish. The week-long brain-wrecking binge became a weekend of debauchery, and then downshifted to an irresponsible night. Finally, when the moment came, I had dinner with some friends and then went to a local pub and had a few beers with more friends and some of my committee.
The next day I didn't even have a headache, which was good because my advisor wanted to meet with me and talk about future research plans and I kind had a bunch of things to take care of.
I still kind of have a lot of stuff to do. Between making requested changes to the dissertation, applying for a job, resubmitting the paper that was rejected without a referee report -- "your paper looked pretty good, but we get a lot of papers and we can't publish them all" -- I'm kind of busy.
This all seems wrong. It's like that one time when I turned thirty, it felt like it would be such a big deal and then it happened and it wasn't. I even had to go to work the next day.
As grad school progressed and the prospect of keeping such a promise seemed more and more likely, the promise began to diminish. The week-long brain-wrecking binge became a weekend of debauchery, and then downshifted to an irresponsible night. Finally, when the moment came, I had dinner with some friends and then went to a local pub and had a few beers with more friends and some of my committee.
The next day I didn't even have a headache, which was good because my advisor wanted to meet with me and talk about future research plans and I kind had a bunch of things to take care of.
I still kind of have a lot of stuff to do. Between making requested changes to the dissertation, applying for a job, resubmitting the paper that was rejected without a referee report -- "your paper looked pretty good, but we get a lot of papers and we can't publish them all" -- I'm kind of busy.
This all seems wrong. It's like that one time when I turned thirty, it felt like it would be such a big deal and then it happened and it wasn't. I even had to go to work the next day.
