I survived my first two days of grad school. That sentence pretty much sums up my life. Classes seem like they will be interesting-maybe a little rudimentary but fun. After all, this is supposed to be what I'm doing with the rest of my life.
I came to the realization yesterday that I am going to a real school. Like one where everyone did their undergrad at Cornell, USC, Georgetown, and the like. I come from Chico State. Woot Woot. Home of the frat boy killers and amateur porn stars.
Dar and I spent three hours today looking for folders. We came up empty handed and overwhelmed by the amount of crazy soccer moms buying school supplies for their spoiled rotten children.
I have to go read the news now-and not about Suri's debut in Vanity Fair. Gosh-the pains of being an adult.
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