Quick! Say something clever!
Nov. 5th, 2010 03:49 amWell, I don't promise anything actually clever. I had a post in mind until I got to talking about ereaders with my co-worker, and then the time just flew.
I went to a grad school fair with
finch today, and we toted home a million tons of useful information, approximately 4,000 pens, and a bunch of random stuff (including a spine, a brain, and a syringe). Grad school swag = FTW. Unsurprisingly, the med schools had the best swag. Not that we're looking at med schools, either of us, but I'm not going to turn down fancy pens or a cleaning cloth for my glasses.
Now begins the delightful process of figuring out what the best fit for us is.
We require a school in a reasonable part of the country (i.e., nowhere with a lot of snow; please keep in mind that I've lived most of my life in Arizona, so for me "a lot" is "more than none") that has a decent program for both of us. I'm looking at counseling or social work, leaning toward the former; he's looking at... something probably nonprofit. He hasn't quite worked it out yet. I've managed to escape deciding what it is I want to be when I grow up thus far, and I sort of feel like grad school is the point where I actually have to make that decision.
After we'd walked around the fair, he went back to get a squishy brain (because how do you turn that down) and noticed that gals at two adjoining tables were both knitting. He dragged me over and we had a fantastic time talking about knitting and showing off our projects on Ravelry (one of them had an iPad). I also taught her how to search Ravelry for patterns and techniques, and encouraged her to try cabling. It was fantastic.
And then
finch and I ended up in a side room talking about law school with a woman who looked like she stepped out of a Japanese fashion magazine. She had the most amazing brocade suitcoat; I wanted to hit her over the head and steal her clothes except that she was tiny so they would never have fit me. I should have stolen them and sent them to
crankyoldman.
All in all, it was a very productive day. Unfortunately, my own university was largely unrepresented at the fair, because they're having an ASU-only grad school fair TOMORROW, when neither of us can make it. Fail.
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Now begins the delightful process of figuring out what the best fit for us is.
We require a school in a reasonable part of the country (i.e., nowhere with a lot of snow; please keep in mind that I've lived most of my life in Arizona, so for me "a lot" is "more than none") that has a decent program for both of us. I'm looking at counseling or social work, leaning toward the former; he's looking at... something probably nonprofit. He hasn't quite worked it out yet. I've managed to escape deciding what it is I want to be when I grow up thus far, and I sort of feel like grad school is the point where I actually have to make that decision.
After we'd walked around the fair, he went back to get a squishy brain (because how do you turn that down) and noticed that gals at two adjoining tables were both knitting. He dragged me over and we had a fantastic time talking about knitting and showing off our projects on Ravelry (one of them had an iPad). I also taught her how to search Ravelry for patterns and techniques, and encouraged her to try cabling. It was fantastic.
And then
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All in all, it was a very productive day. Unfortunately, my own university was largely unrepresented at the fair, because they're having an ASU-only grad school fair TOMORROW, when neither of us can make it. Fail.