Friday, June 1, 2012
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.

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.


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