Studying for my comprehensive qualifying exams is not dissimilar to washing my hair, it turns out. It's a lot less pleasant, and doesn't make me feel half as lively and beautiful as clean bouncy hair does, but at it's heart, the formula is about the same.
Read, think, write. Read, think, write. Read, think, write. Check email. Read, think, write. Read, think, write. Check email. Read, think, write. Read think, write. Eat an orange. Read, think, write. Read, think, write. Pull hair out.
Welcome to the exciting life of a graduate student. It's hard under any circumstances to sell the lifestyle based on glamour, but on days like this, it's an awful lot like voluntary self-incarceration. In fact, a classmate of mine just the other day commented that prison would be an ideal place to study for comps. I don't disagree, but neither am I willing to go to such extremes. I will soldier on, no matter how badly I want to cry uncle and work at a 7-11 for the rest of my life rather than do this awful thing.
Back to the grindstone, my poppets. Back to the grindstone.
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Alas! If only studying - like shampoo - could have pleasant scents associated with it. Kind of like an aromatherapy experience you could choose the scent to define your studying for that particular day...
yes. today the scent would be "sandalwood," if I could choose. but instead I spent all day at a coffee shop, so the smell is "old coffee grounds." yum. :)
So that's the secret of bouncy hair, eating an orange during the process. Who knew?
Yup, but it's top secret. Shhhhhhh!
I like you blog and am more than happy to leave comments of love and support :) Good luck with the reading for it is a bane, but oh, is it sweet when it's over.
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