stuff white people like: graduate school
“Being in graduate school satisfies many white requirements for happiness. They can believe they are helping the world, complain that the government/university doesn’t support them enough, claim they are poor, feel as though are getting smarter, act superior to other people, enjoy perpetual three day weekends, and sleep in every day of the week!”
It’s all so sickeningly true. I have a Master of Music degree. Today is one of those days that I look back over the last few years and think, “what the hell happened?” Here I am, highly educated, a supposed master of my field, sitting and rotting at a nighttime desk job at a library. Don’t get me wrong–as jobs go, it could be much, much worse. I could be licking stamps for a living, for instance. God, I would hate that. Instead, I sit here and put stickers on books. No licking involved. The height of human advancement.
But truly with each passing day, I feel my scholarly edge depreciating. I’m starting to forget what I have learned. I used to be a sharp as a tack, on the ready for any question involving music literature or repertoire suggestions. And now, what have I become? A mere has-been, once brilliant , now bitter (that was really more for alliterative purposes than stroking my own deflated ego). How does one crawl out of the rut? I’m drowning in the excesses of the painfully mundane. I think I’m going to go outside and play on my break, and that will help.
