Obviously, grad school has some attendant stressors, although clearly not so many that I can't participate in a month-long blogfest. And there are things that frustrate the life out of me, and it's not much comfort that no matter what life path I were on, there'd be some idiot at regular intervals who would say some variation on, "But you chose to go to grad school/join the Army/learn basket weaving/live in a commune/fly airplanes/etc., so why are you complaining?" (BTW, if you're that person, why are you choosing to be an insufferable Captain Obvious? Just stop.)
In other words, I don't really mean it when I say Kill Me Now, not even when trying to read 20 articles in a single evening while wishing I had a social life. Yes, it is what I signed up for. No, I did not expect life to come stress-free. Yes, I do reserve my right to sigh deeply and post occasional cries for help on Twitter. But the important one is: I won't quit, not even on the worst days. Just like all of you in the midst whatever life is throwing your way.
|A typical cry for help. I really don't understand this class at all, and three weeks from the end is not a good time to realise that.|