I’m a terrible grad student because I have no academic ambitions whatsoever and have done NOTHING school-related all weekend (aside from doing an emotion workshop with at an elementary school on Friday, but that kinda doesn’t count).

But I got a shiny new iPhone today and I have DEVOTED MY DAY TO PLAYING WITH IT AND IGNORING RESPONSIBILITIES LIKE A BOSS.

I’m like a little kid with a new toy, this is amazingggg~ *~~~*

Somewhere around five people have left my graduate program in the past 3-4 weeks.

SUPER glad I’m not the only one freaking out about it and planning on jumping ship, but holy SHIT. This is a big deal, because my program is TINY to begin with.

It’s scary, but I feel like we’re finally standing up for ourselves like this. They can’t keep bleeding us of our money if this degree is WORTHLESS. They need to LEARN this.

The attitude of my lovely grad school cohort each week.

Professor: Okay, so, let’s discuss this week’s readings.

Us: 

And then miraculous bullshitting occurs for approximately two hours. 

Professor: Excellent discussion today, everyone!

Us: 

Personal rage post.

Grad school, I’m done with your bullshit.

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So, uh, we took the MMPI-2 for ourselves and graded it in my Personality Assessment class.

And I apparently have clinically significant scores for the Masculinity-Femininity scale and the Hypomania scale.

So. I reject traditional female gender roles.

And I’m one cognitively overactive motherfucker. 

I REGRET NOTHING.

I abhor grad school.

I really, really do. The only reason I’m in it is— if you want the entirely honest answer— so I can make more money. That’s it. I have no real academic ambitions, no fancy research that I’m just dying to perform. I just. want. to make. more money. From the very first day of kindergarten, I hated school. That hasn’t changed.

And I hate that I have to go through so much schooling to do so (four years of undergrad out of the way, working on the FIVE additional years that my program requires).

Ahhhhhh. I really just want to work. We have field placements in the fall, but it’s nothing I’m actually getting paid for (even though I pretty much WILL be an unofficial practicing psychologist at that point— “Oh? You’re a doctoral student? HERE’S YOUR CLIENTS, HAVE FUN DOING ACTUAL THERAPY WITH THEM YOURSELF.”)

I want to participate in NaNoWriMo this year so badly!

But… grad school. ;~~~~~~~;

Direct quote from my professor: 

“Okay, so who’s the team leader for this table? … No. Not Samantha. I don’t trust Samantha.”

Even my professor knows I’m a troll.