When I first settled on my choice of grad school, I joked that it was the ugly stepchild of the Haaahvuhds because it seemed like the right, modest thing to say since I'd never heard anyone either impressed by or bragging about a school of public health education. Apparently, the rest of the University also considers it an ugly step child. Browsing the web for school-insignia presents for my generous and supportive grandfathers this morning (who both have random Bo' plates and mugs on display in their respective living rooms- and are the only people in the family to have them), I clicked on the "Grad Schools" link of the shop run by Haaaaahvuhd students and realized that I don't exist.
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