middle cyclones and other references
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Final GPA: 3.58
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Fruit Bats - When U Love Somebody
I think one of you must have put this on a mix that I downloaded at some point because I was able to put it on...
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Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: Scott Widak has Down syndrome and is terminally ill with liver disease, and he loves to receive mail. So his...
1. Fine Arts
3. Film, Video, and Photographic Arts
4. Commercial Art and Graphic Design
5. Architecture
6. Philosophy and Religious Studies
7. English Literature and Language
8. Journalism
9. Anthropology and Archeology
11. Music
12. History
13. Political Science and Government
(Ed: Your primary tumblrs majored in two of these and now work in the field of a third.)
Eyeroll. The real issue here is that we continue to limit our thinking in terms of what can be useful in what field. I have an English degree. An honours one! Horrors! But I’ve been accepted to medical school - and, in fact, that was an attractive part of my application. I could very easily have worked the 3-4 science prerequisites needed by only some Canadian medical schools into my 4-year degree if I had known earlier that was what I wanted to do. So I guess - can we all shut up about this? Let’s all just move towards interdisciplinary thinking. Let’s think about all the options we have in the world. Let’s not limit ourselves to what our undergraduate degree is “supposed” to mean.
Quotes include:
“Nope, that’s not synecdoche.”
“Nope, neither is that.”
“No, because the name of a city is not a synecdoche for its hockey team. That’s metonymy.”
“I don’t care what the Internet says.”
“Look, I will seriously fight you on this.”
Meet Monty: Yale University Law School is an intense place, and its library is no joke: It has soaring vaulted ceilings, stained-glass windows and giant chandeliers that hang from chains. To help students unwind, the library is offering a rather unusual checkout option: Monty, a Jack Russell-border terrier mix.
Just for fun, this is what I used to do when I got bored during English colloquium series that I either a) didn’t respect or b) found boring. I would draw the Boyfriend parts of our future that we would soon be moving forward into, as soon as the goddamn paper we were being forced to listen to was over.
Note the following: 1. Our dogs, complete with names (guess the theorists/authors they correspond to! They are a pug, a German Shepherd, and a lab/golden retriever mix); 2. I for real want a picket fence; 3. I like labels; 4; I am also immature enough to write notes to my boyfriend during English colloquium lecture series. oops.
Not satisfied to merely go broke pursuing grunt work for college credit, interns are now insisting that they also go into debt, writes Jenna Johnson. For the privilege of guaranteed placement, interns are paying up to $7,800 for one summer’s worth of work experience.
Interns. Please. Keep a cool head about you and remember that you may be paying for the privilege of making coffee.
What’s the line between this and graduate school, which is increasingly a money-making machine (where few-no grants are given out) that supports the actual PhD program?
- Boyfriend: I just don't want to think about him. I'd prefer not to.
- Me: You're going to Bartleby that bitch.
My father sent this to me and my brother (who starts engineering in the fall) last night. I think what makes me even happier than my dad sending me that email is that my dad reads xkcd.
