I keep running into friends who ask how my Master of Arts in Food Studies is going. Funny thing about grad school. It turns out that interest and enthusiasm aren’t enough. It also requires a great deal of time. Huh. I thought I’d just sort of squeeze it into my life like a lot of other things. In point of fact, “squeeze” is the entirely wrong verb for such an undertaking. Unless you don’t mind doing it and everything else in your life half-assed, something I’ve never been good with as an outcome, let alone a strategy.
And so, to make a long story short, I think this best sums up how grad school is going:
Technically, I deferred my enrollment until next fall. But the level of embarrassment is comparable.
LOL…I love this scene in “Grease.” Good for you recognizing your own limitations and giving yourself permission to do the program when it’s right for you. We all do way too much squeezing as it is.
That’s hilarious. Love the Frenchie pic! I often channel that emotion!! ha ha