Mostly reblogs of cake, wine, depressing grad school things, and mass effect.
nataliemayday said:Disheveled, always. Let the professor know what they’ve done to you. I’m note entirely sure I wore matching shoes to my finals.
Yeah, still considering that… But the problem is for half the day I am the instructor, and the other half I am the student.
And I refuse to let those whippersnappers know what they’ve done to me!
I don’t know whether to wash my hair or show up to the last day of classes looking as disheveled as I feel