I thought grad school would be full of mature, intelligent, adult-looking people. I expected a pregnant woman or a guy in his late twenties having a crisis. Isn't that the movie trope?
Instead, it felt like third year all over again. Everyone was trying to fit in, talking about dumb shit, and sleeping in class. They looked like freshmen, a few still had zits, and one dude actually started a sentence with, "Based on the Magna Carta..."
What kind of fuckery is this? I didn't sign up for an undergraduate sequel.
But no surprise there—turns out a Master's program is just full of unemployed grads trying to revamp their lives.
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