graduate school

March madness

A poem by Christa | 4/7/2008

De-FENCE! De-FENCE!
My overworked brain chants silently
So loudly I wonder if the crowd can hear me
The expert panel is not amused
By my internal perfidy
I’m the bulls-eye and they the darts
With questions they proceed to stick me
Stung so long I start to feel numb
One question, in particular,
Drones on and on
So long I start to daydream
Why does this take so long?

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Thoughts on graduate school and research… the good, the bad, and the ugly!

An essay by Christa | 7/16/2007

Who am I?

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