Today I learned that if you expect me to be your Boston tour guide, you’re going to be sorely disappointed. Because I will say to you, verbatim, “This is Cambridge Common. Not Boston Common, like I told you yesterday. Important…historical things happened here.”
I graduated yesterday. I could say a lot of things about grad school and about Massachusetts, both institutions which I have treated with enormous disdain, for better and for worse. I’m thinking about doing some kind of wrap-up post, reviewing this blog and its subject’s high and low points, if nothing else because I have no job and thus nothing better to do. And if I follow through on the next blog I have in mind (hint: it has nothing to do with academia and everything to do with sports), I’ll keep you posted and will no doubt shamelessly beg you to read it.
For those of you who have read this (and stats tell me that you have, quiet though you may have kept it), I do want to say thank you for bearing with me through this ridiculous and sometimes accidentally poignant journey. This little inane side project has turned into, in many ways, my fondest record of the last two years, and I would never have kept it up were it not for its readers. So I thank you, and I remind you: if you ever want to go to grad school, and you also want to have a home someday, just make sure you lock up the mortgage before you sign your life over to the student loans. And make sure the kids know what to do with the art.