collegiate
as i was clearing off my coffee table tonight -- this would be a few hours after i SWEPT DUST OFF MY WALLS WITH A BROOM, which itself was a few hours after i SCRUBBED NASTY STOVETOP GREASINESS OFF MY TEA KETTLE -- i discovered this lovely juxtaposition:
ah, the irony.
over the christmas holiday, i received [along with my "Recipie" book] several inquiries about whether i am getting my master's degree, or interested in being a cpa, etcetera, etcetera. sometimes i think about it, but then i look around at all the stress my student-friends are going through, and i am reminded:
[via toothpastefordinner]
and then i realize i rather enjoy the eight-to-five thing.
Reader Comments (17)
and i agree with the grad school pasty dude :D
and yes, i'll also point out that the article is about the *quest* for underage sobriety at miami, and elsewhere... searching for the elusive balance between fatalism and overreaction.