I feel as though I’ve left before the sun rises, and gotten back well after the sun sets for the past three days. I wonder why that would be. Oh, wait, that’s because it’s true. Actually, I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten home after 9 all three of those days. the place is even more of a wreck than usual. The bags from the food I’ve brought home have piled up along side the dirty dishes I haven’t cleared out completely in over a week, and I haven’t exchanged a word with Dennis in nearly two weeks. It is with this in mind that I share with you the following parody of a Death Cab for CutiePostal Service song fragment that popped unbidden into my head:
Grad School is a Prison
Professors aren’t your Friends
Absorbing gists from 50 abstract lists
And the papers are written then graded, again and again
You’re a very odd little man, but kinda funny.
hehe.
Your stories of grad school always make me look forward to my relatively near future. *begins stockpiling ramen and prozac*
It’s kind of creaky at this point, but my favorite grad school song is a parody of “My Way” written by a guy named Bob Blue.
You can find it here, among other places.