My other friends...don't

It feels a little lonely without my cohort--especially the ones that mopped up my tears, pushed me forward, and never let me down when I needed help.  Out of the unlikeliest places, I found people--even though so different in temperament--who managed to squeeze into a section of my heart.  I love our online revelations, theoretical musings, frustrations, and delight over our program.  My other friends don't get excited over understanding Foucault, the correct placement of a comma, the completion of a grueling literature review, the success of a team project after spending only a few hours creating the damn thing, the beginning of a new class, a full eight hours sleep, or a killer mark in the most hair tearing out class you've ever had in your life...ever. Maybe they get excited over other things, but I don't know because I'm here in this moment...and soon I won't be...so I think I'll just savour this moment while I can.

Where Do We Go From Here?

I just finished a grueling graduate school residency and now ponder the path to work fulfillment. My brain filled with concepts looks to a place where I can use company time to wander over to twitter while earning enough money to pay off this huge school debt.  I just don't know.  How do I translate the knowledge gained into a world that pays? Have I somewhere crossed the line from under-qualified to over-qualified? Where do I begin? I'm already looking at the next masters degree since the job market looks dismal.  I imagine my life filled with degrees and the masochistic side of me smiles in appreciation and anticipation of the sleep deprivation.