There's no crying in graduate school!

Well, maybe a little crying... okay a lot.

I've never cried so much over something academic in my entire life. Sure, I've been upset over exams, cried over frustrating English papers, wanted to throw History out the window. But I've never cried so much in such a sort period of time out of pure frustration with the sheer amount of knowledge they expect us to cram into our heads. I always thought graduate school would be about learning how to think and analyze, and I'm sure at some point I'll get there (maybe...), but for now it's just a bloated version of my undergrad career. Cram, read, cram, cross your fingers that the exam went better than you thought it did.

And I've now added: drink after particularly difficult days.

But I'm not alone in the realm of crying. We've all been there. So if anyone ever says to you "There's no crying in graduate school" call them out for the lying bastard they are. And maybe punch them in the face.

-Elise