Tonight I’m trashing all of grad school, all the handouts from the conferences, all the ephemera from the other extra courses I took because I know now that I will never use that really great syllabus (or What to Do About the Creative Class or How to Write for Pay) again. And by “again” I mean I never used 97 percent of it. It’s all junk.
Then, my reward for throwing out grad school and other assorted continuing ed will be watching a Jodie Foster teen movie from the 70s called Foxes. It exemplifies the most important thing I learned in grad school, which was work really hard for two hours without procrastinating, and then treat yourself, and on Friday night, treat yourself longer.