Arriving on campus as a graduate student for the first time. Feelin’ like a boss.
Finally having access to an exclusive room closed to the undergraduate masses
“You can register for as many undergraduate courses you like at no extra cost!”
My thoughts on the rich world of contemporary theory
When some obscure intellectual you love gives a guest lecture at your school
Finishing that paper you’ve been writing for the past 18 straight hours
That colleague who never makes a relevant point
That blowhard professor who mansplains for hours at a time
When you didn’t do the one reading today’s class is focused on
When the moment of inspiration hits
“Oh don’t worry, salaries for arts graduates tend to even out overtime…according to some studies…in some cases…maybe….”
When that one academic surprises you and wins you over
When a well-regarded feminist text doesn’t even bother addressing intersectionality
That professor trying way too hard to stay current
“So, English…what do you plan on doing with that?”
Department drama! Let me just…
When you don’t back up. (Always back up).
Do I read for pleasure anymore? In an English Master’s?
When your colleague says what you were trying to say, but better
What you were hoping your social life would be
What your social life actually is
Snow day, you say?
Networking effectively with your peers and superiors
But finally, another semester down. How do I feel?