I spent about nine years in graduate school. It would be a case of too much information to explain why it lasted that long (but let's just say I like being a student and someone was willing to pay me enough for teaching that I could maintain my lavish 30-something, pre-child lifestyle).
At some point during my academic years, I wrote this, which just surfaced in my basement excavation.
Faster than a speeding loan officer —What can I say... it was the late 1980s and early 1990s, the height of cultural studies and postmodernism.
More powerful than a passive construction —
Able to leap conventional wisdom in a single bound —
Look — in the library — it's a nerd — it's a brain — it's Ph.D. Candidate!
Yes, it's Ph.D. Candidate, strange visitor from another university who came to school with powers and abilities far beyond those of undergraduates.
Ph.D. Candidate — who can change the course of mighty theories — bend arguments at the touch of a hand — and who, disguised as a mild-mannered T.A. at a great Midwestern university, fights a never-ending battle for discourse analysis, deconstruction, and the counterhegemonic way.
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Theory! I remember when people did theory.
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