You guys, this grad school shit is time-consuming. I love the subject matter--even the class with the professor who's a TOTAL QUACK. And the econ. Ohhhh the econ. Today, during the class break, I asked my professor a question about the homework. And I discovered that I don't understand econ with the graphs and he can't explain it without them
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Glad to hear you're enjoying school and DC.
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I actually thought about sending you a text today saying "do you yet live?", but decided to leave you be. Glad things are going well, if busy!
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How are your preparations coming? I am hiding my insane jealousy well, no?
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Things are going well! I have a plane ticket, eee! I still don't have a solution for the horse but I'm not really freaking out about it anymore. Whatever happens happens. My parents are still being (weirdly) super helpful and supportive and while I appreciate it I kind of feel like if I don't pull this off and run back to Texas after a month I'll feel that much more lame for it. But whatev.
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Yeah, this grad school thing eats your brain and your free time like crazy. Sorry about the crappy econ. I feel your pain (STATS!!!).
I will definitely keep an eye out for the oreo knockoffs. Do they just do regular oreos or also the chocolate covered varieties?
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It's not like econ is that conceptually difficult. I just have trouble translating from English to graphs. I feel that graphs are irrelevant and counterproductive, but I am sure my professor would disagree. Stats...I'm afraid to look at my little degree cheat sheet. I hope I don't need them.
The Late July cookies are a very healthy, vegan sort. I bet they have them at Whole Foods, but the roommate got ours at Wegman's. She is a total foodie and makes weekly trips to her favorite grocery store. It is awesome.
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I hear you on the grad school. All reading, all the time.
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They go very well with reading, even appalling econ reading.
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When Zoe came home, I slept with her on the kitchen floor the first night. It's supposed to be a bonding thing, they say? I don't know. But she was all: "Human, you may that side of the table. This is my side." Alpha bitches, man. All over my family.
*smish*
True confession: I comfort myself by remembering that I'm not in a Ph.D program. You are brave, indeed.
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