Tales From A Poopsmith

As for my gradate school life…IT STILL SMELLS.  After 3 months of waiting I finally received my first sample of material for my PhD.  In my head I had made myself believe it would no longer smell like cow manure…I was wrong….another year of smelling.  I feel deflated…come on really…it almost smells worse~  

An old friend of mine just started his first semester of graduate school.  This was his recent post http://rejectedreality.wordpress.com/2008/11/18/ponderous-ponderings-nov-18/ which outlines exactly how it feels to be in school with a job, kids and wife.  There is something to be said for the guys who go back with family, it is harder than anyone things…especially the single graduate students or professors who didn’t have a family, they never really understadn the struggle.  It is a balancing act which is undescribable because as a dad you don’t want your kids messed up and on Orpah when you are done.   John Hang in there…