Every ten weeks or so, I palm my face repeatedly and wonder, why oh why in the name of David Foster Wallace do I do this to myself? Graduate school was supposed to make me smarter, but it is literally the dumbest thing I've ever done. Dumber than ditching school at Crossroads mall, the stomping ground of many a bored truancy officer. Dumber than gardening in a sports bra with no sunscreen.
I came across this video last night. It has all the answers. See if you can guess which kind of grad student I am.