my life.

by epi

3 hour classes
a world composed of classmates, professors and potential practicum sites
philosophical arguments with a side of fries = perfect lunch
late nights, duh.
beer as a legit percentage of the day’s caloric intake
spending more time in the library than my house
living on student loans
fiend-ing for real food
coffee as a given
undergrads are icky
did you really just wear sweatpants to class?
i can find people to go to concerts, symphonies, int’l festivals… but not a movie?
everyone’s a little bit sad. they miss their family. they miss their home. (they can’t decide where home is.)
we balance drama and books, cuz we’re pro by now.

grad school. grad student.