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Jun. 11th, 2010
There are days when I curse to high heaven that I've come back to do a Masters in a degree I'm really not sure is appropriate for me.
And then there are days like today, when a lunch at the local Grad Club turns into 4 hours of drinking beer and chatting with others on the patio, Grad school doesn't seem that bad. I mean, this time next year, I'll either be working my ass off in the field or stuck in an office.
Of course, when tomorrow rolls around and I'm stone sober again, I'm sure I'll have a panic attack over all the crap I didn't get done this week. But right now? Feeling gooood. :D
And then there are days like today, when a lunch at the local Grad Club turns into 4 hours of drinking beer and chatting with others on the patio, Grad school doesn't seem that bad. I mean, this time next year, I'll either be working my ass off in the field or stuck in an office.
Of course, when tomorrow rolls around and I'm stone sober again, I'm sure I'll have a panic attack over all the crap I didn't get done this week. But right now? Feeling gooood. :D
