grad school really is like: i am the smartest person in this seminar. i am the biggest imposter in the world and have no idea why i signed up to do this for half a decade. i love academia. i hate sending emails. grading papers is hell. writing papers is hell. i love writing. i hate writing. i am overcaffeinated. i am dropping out and moving off the grid. i hate theory. i have to write a book. i am going to get a tenure track position. i love sending emails. i haven’t slept in weeks. i am a genius in my field. i am going through a full mental breakdown. i love school. i have no idea what epistemology is













