My brain hurts too much to think properly right now. If my last semester of grad school has taught me anything, I have learned:
- I am much too old and weary to pull all-nighters. Last night I went to bed after 36 straight hours of school work, regular work, wandering around in the rain to find a Kinko’s whose Fiery printer was working, and being generally miserable.
- Group projects can really blow chunks. A corollary to this: When you spot a bad apple at the beginning of the semester, you know he won’t rally at the end.
- Group projects can also help you bond really well with people you like. Many thanks to my fellow survivor’s of Fragile.
- Pratt really needs to get its shit together.
In other news, I’m loving work despite the sleep deprivation. God only knows if I’ll be able to get to work tomorrow, seeing as there’s a threat of a city-wide transit strike. I’ll probably have to ride my bike to Grand Central, and I bet the streets are gonna look like Beijing.
If the MTA goes on strike, I think we’ll see a lot of people beating the crap out of transit workers.
P.S.: I hate Christmas.