After a grueling drive through the pouring rain and maneuvering through bad directions, it was thrilling to reach the hotel but not so thrilling to be far from campus and the city streets I was desperate to walk. In the months since my acceptance, I had visions of spending my first PhD residency in class during the day and out in the city at night. I was to be carefree, away from my work and family responsibilities for 7 nights and within a subway ride away from old friends and familiar haunts.
Reality hit quickly the following morning when I met my first classmate at breakfast who reminded me that I forgot to write the first paper for our program....off to less than a stellar start. After reviewing the schedule for the week to come, it became quite clear that I would not be taking many subway trips nor would I have much time to even call friends. As the 8th hour of our first day of class drew to an end, we were released and much to my pleasure, there was one fellow classmate who appeared to need a walk and a beverage (you decide the order of need) as much as I. We hadn't been able to meet earlier in the day but neither of us cared as we knew that we were in this program together for the next three years and were in much need of that beverage.
I immediately knew I found someone to revel in the ups, and talk each other through the downs we would encounter on our way to our doctorates when I was able to reveal my dirty little secret; reality TV and tabloid magazines. Christin made what should have been the obvious connection to me as well; to give up reality TV for the PhD. It has been just over a week since I broke from the bubble of our sequestered studies and returned to reality and I can proudly say I have only watched half an episode of a reality TV show......but I'm dying to know what happened in the second half!
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