My professor wants to know if I'm going to grad school next year. Um. . . no. Do I want to? Sometimes, but I think only because I want to make money when I graduate (that's possible with a BS. . . right?) and because it sounds epic.
Talking to random person in line for coffee or bowling or at a party:
RP: So, what do you do?
NP (sounding very casual): Oh I'm a grad student.
Then the head of RP explodes. . . or something.
I don't think I'm going to grad school though. It sounds like work.
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Your still young. You can return in a few years and still fit in. Hey if your momma can...
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