Over Exposed

How was your weekend? Did you black out? Stand in front of any buildings without any clothes?- Band Man

My day today can be split in half. Pathetic 1 and Pathetic 2. For most of the working day, I was in the soc department, furiously hammering out some sort of conclusion to my thesis whilst garnering the pity of all the professors that walked by. I thought I was cultivating some image of the studious honors student, but that apparently didn't happen...

Band Man (talking to 2nd Reader): Is that her again? God, why is she always here?

Prof. Dickey (let's first make like it's third grade and pause for a moment to giggle at her name): Are you yawning? You don't have time to yawn! Keep those fingers typing.

Riles: ...two references from the soc department is fine. It's where you spend all your time.

The second half of my day was spent here, in the computer lab, where I was still furiously hammering out some sort of conclusion to my thesis (by the by, suggestions, anyone?), though this time, away from professor mockery. My only consolation here is that it is half an hour past midnight and the lab is full, with plenty of other sleep deprived nerds squeezing words out onto the page, one painful letter at a time.

(On Anthropology's version of the Sociological Imagination...)

Karina: Oh, we don't have that. We just have the regular kind.