In 25 minutes I will take my first final exam as a Master's cadidate at the University of Chicago.
What!?! Why are you on Blogger? Shouldn't you be studying?
But I can't stuff any more in and it's an open book test about statistics so there is no possibility for blanking.
Plus, the atmosphere around here is a little caustic so looking busy avoids other people's nerves and the resultant lack of social grace, my own included.
Yesterday, I met with the Director of Career Services about my future. It was a helpful meeting and by far, the best news to come out of it was that I have now been in the working world long enough to merit a 2-page resume.
Thank the good Lord.
Bullet points, here I come. (Those of you who are regular readers might guess that with space constraints, it's possible that my resume is currently full of grammatical correct but slightly long sentences to take advantage of the white space on the right side of the page.)
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