Always playing catch up
Life feels like the first
day of your last
PhD course:
you receive your syllabus
you suspect everyone has completed
the entire semester’s course work
psyched to defend their dissertations
except you
Life feels like the first
day of your last
PhD course:
you receive your syllabus
you suspect everyone has completed
the entire semester’s course work
psyched to defend their dissertations
except you
So true–we are all so singular.
Clever work.