Graduate Students are a Mosqueing

.1. Mosqueing: The act of going to Mosque.
E.g."Are you Mosqueing tonight?"
"Yeah. We're heading over there after breaking fast."
"Cool. Call me when you're done Mosqueing."
"Ok."

T & I made that up. Hope no one things ‘tis sacrilegious (when it's really just funny).

.2. Last night, L’s laptop freaked out and shut itself off from the world. She was completing a presentation that she had to give at one of her Graduate seminars this morning.

After her computer freaked out, she freaked out and landed at T’s, where they redid the presentation – over the course of 4.5 hours – on T’s laptop (which L is using, as I type, to give her presentation).

For the duration of the 4.5 hours, L was sobbing while dictating to T. Usually, the conversation would go astray and L would begin as thus “…start a new bullet. *sniff* Type: uhm. Oh my god I can’t do this. *sniff*. Ok. TYPE: POWERPOINT SUCKS! *sniff* *wheeze* *sniff*…”

Unbeknownst to me, I was there for comic relief. I discovered this mere moments after I opened my mouth for the first time and decided to punctuate L’s hysteria with “So I was thinking, you know, that there’s really no need to shop so much when you have girlfriends who have the same style and are the same size.”

I was dead serious, having deep thoughts while drinking my warm milk. Rather than berate me for being so shallow at such an inappropriate time, I was instead greeted with “Oh my God, absolutely! Go try on my new winter jacket.”

.3. While I was completing my M.A., I too occasionally broke down and rang T, wailing about how I was never going to complete my Thesis.

This, then, begs the question: Is crying an inherent part of a Graduate student’s life?

Imagine the poor bastards completing a PhD.

.4. I drink warm milk every night. It’s a staple of my diet…much like the diets of young barnyard animals, actually.