Dear Classmates,
I love you all dearly - you know that. You are amazing people, working hard with jobs, family, and loads of other things, and decided to take this plunge into grad school with me. Thank goodness this school exists where we can attend nights and weekends and not have to quit our jobs to further our careers.
However, I must say that at times, well, I get a bit frustrated with you. You see - that experience you had the other day when you subbed for the 2nd grade class, and they all forgot their homework, and now you have some epiphany about how teachers might not need to give homework at all - well, a 10-minute ramble from you doesn’t really fit when our teacher has taken just 1/10 a breath after talking about teaching phonics. Nope - actually, you just wasted 10 minutes from my life, and I think - 10 million brain cells. But the teacher was too nice to stop you - and so I got to hear your ramble (thankfully I heard it last semester - the same exact one - so I can spend that 10 minutes doodling another picture of a 3-d cube while you babble along aimlessly to make sure - YUP - your trap still works).
And folks? We’re in GRADUATE SCHOOL. A time when one is challenged, and (GASP) one might even have to do a bit of work. And - brace yourselves - that work I just mentioned? It MIGHT even have to get done AT HOME. Now, before you hyperventilate, I’ll have you know that of all the graduate school experiences I know of (including all the nights my wife had to spend hours upon hours writing papers while I was forced to drink wine ALL BY MYSELF), this is NOTHING. So, stop your grumbling about having to read 4 CHAPTERS WITHIN THE NEXT TWO WEEKS, because, dear classmates, we are getting off DAMN GOOD. Why the hell else do you think I chose this school?
We’ve had a lovely 10 months together. Let’s get through the last two and we’ll be all set.
Your over-achieving-because-I-actually-complete-my-work classmate,
A
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