You can go to Korea after you finish your broccoli.
January 29, 2013 § 4 Comments
In this case, broccoli is graduate school. They’re quite similar, really. Both supposed to enrich you somehow, both causing you to fume until you wail against the cruel, irrational human constructs that force this kind of suffering upon any individual and to declaim to the masses the apparent meaninglessness of life. (I don’t know about you, but I had traumatic experiences with vegetables as a child). I digress. The point is, despite my best efforts to somehow imaginarily bring Korea closer by completing all of the paperwork I could get my hands on, well… I just have to pout at the table until May.