Great stuff. I commiserate. As soon as I finish writing this comment and put down my phone, I’ll stand up and clap slowly; one minute for every year you’ve been out of that program. When I’m done, I’ll do a really cool heel-turn, face the direction of Tucson, and vigorously (yes, vigorously) salute. Also, I noticed you didn’t mention the handsome, muscular cohort-mate who traded his mattress for your Roku when he left the program. That’s fine. Totally fine. It was a great trade for me, so I understand why you wouldn’t want to publicize it.
Bro you were my sanity in those years. I will never forget stumbling down Green St. with our hands deep in a bag of salt and pepper kettle chips at 1:30 AM. I think we were seven Foucaults deep, maybe eight. Anyway, I hope that you're still enjoying my Roku as much as I'm still enjoying sleeping in your bed.
Just remembered my own grad school days when as a TA I was paid $275 a month, $175 of which went to rent (and at the time I was married too). Ahh those days of unbounded hope, thick books to read every week, and abject poverty.
Great stuff. I commiserate. As soon as I finish writing this comment and put down my phone, I’ll stand up and clap slowly; one minute for every year you’ve been out of that program. When I’m done, I’ll do a really cool heel-turn, face the direction of Tucson, and vigorously (yes, vigorously) salute. Also, I noticed you didn’t mention the handsome, muscular cohort-mate who traded his mattress for your Roku when he left the program. That’s fine. Totally fine. It was a great trade for me, so I understand why you wouldn’t want to publicize it.
Bro you were my sanity in those years. I will never forget stumbling down Green St. with our hands deep in a bag of salt and pepper kettle chips at 1:30 AM. I think we were seven Foucaults deep, maybe eight. Anyway, I hope that you're still enjoying my Roku as much as I'm still enjoying sleeping in your bed.
I’ll always cherish those memories. Can’t beat an early morning Green St. stumble.
Just remembered my own grad school days when as a TA I was paid $275 a month, $175 of which went to rent (and at the time I was married too). Ahh those days of unbounded hope, thick books to read every week, and abject poverty.