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Wednesday, June 12, 2013


So, graduate school is hard. Like, REALLY hard.

For the past few days I've been agonizing over a paper for my Social Policy for Families and Children class. I am writing a policy analysis on the Family and Medical Leave Act of 1993. It's as interesting as it sounds (i.e. a brain-melting drag).

Here is an accurate representation of how it is going:

Source: The Oatmeal

Except instead of inspiration, I need the ability to read through approximately 15 metric tons of data talking about how much this policy sucks dick (which it totally does, from a social worky perspective), and spew that data onto a ten-page paper in a way that is pure genius and worthy of an A++++ from my douchey professor who gave me a C on a presentation because I "seemed anxious" (no fucking way! I'm anxious to get in front of a class of my peers. That's only the most COMMON FEAR AMONG ALL HUMANS).

In this post, I said I would like to talk about my positive feelings in the future. (I swear I have them)

Obviously, today is not that day.


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