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Nashville Nonsense

In yet another attempt to avoid doing homework or study (why don't I just go to bed, you ask? too easy), I have a few observations from my recent trip to Nashville, TN.

There are live bands there. Really, there was a live band in every bar down the street (we walked past) and it was around 3pm! So very different from LA, and very much more enjoyable.

All downtowns look pretty much the same. At least at these conferences...or maybe I just think Kansas City and Nashville look similar. Cold, gray, concrete, and somewhat deserted.

How many interviews can a person squeeze into their day? I'm not sure what the record is, but I'm pretty sure I was trying to reach it...6 interviews last Thursday. I about died when I got back to our hotel room that night, but went and had 4 on Friday. Too bad most of the jobs they were hiring for are no where near Matt.

Bedtime.

Moments before Midterms

There are two different moments that I'm talking about here: the moments leading up to a midterm, where you're either madly rushing to cram as much information into your head and onto your crib sheet as possible, and the moments leading up to getting a midterm back from your professor and seeing how you did in comparison to the curve.

I'm experiencing both at the moment (hah!). I get a midterm back in about 30 minutes, and I take a midterm in about 2 hours. This being my third, and final, midterm of the semester, I have given up on the last minute studying and have instead spent several minutes in random click-age of facebook. Because, quite honestly, I can't bring myself to care to study for another minute.

How different than my undergrad years, when I would have 5-6 classes and 2 midterms in each class! I seemed to always be up for studying for each of those, diligently staying up all night if it was needed to learn as much as I could to beat the curve. Somewhere between there and here I must have decided that it is not worth it. It is not worth the absolute misery that comes from pulling an all-nighter. It is not worth the headaches and backaches and neckaches that inevitably arise from being hunched over a book and papers for hours on end. It's just....not worth it. If I don't know the information at this point, then I don't know if I ever will.

I think being a grad student has made me lazier. 3 classes and two jobs and I whine about not wanting to do anything...so very different from undergrad!

Grad School...blah

I wish someone had told me how much grad school is NOT like undergrad.

I wish someone had told me that I would be happy to finish 1/2 of a homework assignment...and get 1/2 of the point for those problems.

I wish someone had told me how much I would hate listening to lectures online. And how much the knowledge that those lectures exist online would make me not want to be in lecture.

I wish someone had told me that it's not worth it at first...because what you think you're interested in enough to take in grad school will quickly become what you hate the most.