Friday, April 04, 2003
Graduate school is for people who are obsessed. It's for people who don't mind living in a cheap Vicksburg motel for the summer while they sift through the probate records of Mississippi slave owners looking for key dissertation material. Or those who relish reading tax textbooks into the night so they can stun their law professor with a cogent response to a trick question in class the next morning. It's for people who like the smell of chemicals, the sight of blood, or a rowdy debate on middle school pedagogy.
me??? obsessed????? Nah . . . .
(ok. maybe just a little a bit . . . )
(ok. maybe just a little a bit . . . )