There’s a certain amount of humility that comes with being 30 years old and a graduate student. The stipend is paltry, the housing less than prime. And the prestige? Well, it’s hard to impress most folks on an income of less than $25,000.
Welcome to the life of a graduate student: We sleep when most people work. We work when most people are sleeping. And we’ve figured out — through some intense analytical reasoning — how to find free food just about anywhere.
Why do people always ask me what kind of job I have (on top of a very intense graduate school program??)