Turns out dissertating (or faux dissertating) is literally petrifyingly scary. It is less that I mind doing work (I know, even me!) and more that I mind doing this particular work. And by "mind," I mean am scared by.
I did, however, fulfill a dream today: I flew first class. Turns out, it isn't so so different. They gave me a candy bar and my diet coke was in a glass rather than in a plastic cup. I felt mostly like a faker--all of the other people in first class were men and looked bored.
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"I felt mostly like a faker--all of the other people in first class were men and looked bored."
this sentence is perfect.
It's not that I don't sympathize. It's just that if it were "literally petrifyingly scary," then you would not have typed this entry at all, because you would be made of stone. Literally.
Pet peeve.
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