Alice sent me this link last night as a joke, but it resonated too close to home. The jokes on Ph.D students are usually based on sad, sad truths and I watched as Lisa threw crumbs to the geese and my stomach growled. If only I was at that park when she was being so generous.
And the pony tail. I would love to have my hippie locks from yesteryear but sadly I removed my shag twice as I attempted to grow up. As a 38 year-old graduate student, my grays are obvious.
The good news, however, is the glimmer of light in the long, long tunnel I've traveled. I hope it isn't a firefly that got lost from its flight and that there is actually oxygen ahead. I've been holding my breath for a long, long time.