i wonder how i’ll tell my parents when i end up moving to oregon without a job.
haha jesus get a job
— A letter written by a friend. I wish this description was anything of an exaggeration. Sometimes people are totally inflated after they die, but sometimes it’s really just that the best of the best are taken.
my immediate reflections on my college career pretty much revolve around all the things i’ve fucked up, mishandled, or otherwise underperformed on. secondly come the people who’ve been consistently tolerant and supportive despite those. and there are many. and i owe them a lot.
— Drunk roommate bantering, caught on video. names not included cause this is kinda heavy.
- Cindy: Post-graduation plans! I'm getting hired as an external research assistant full time in my current lab/LUMCON while also learning how to band birds with one of my professors at Honey Island Swamp. I can quit halfway through the summer if I find another job, and currently those efforts are being concentrated in LA, MA, and OR. Just thought I'd give you an update! I'm pretty excited about it.
- Mom: Excellent. that's an opportunity to learn AND get paid. not bad for the resume either.
- Dad: No way. You have student loans to pay. You have rent food utilities and other living expenses. Medical insurance, car, clothes. You didn't go to college to work for $10 a fucking hour. You need $50,000 minimum, and you better land one quick.
— agreed. good weekend