Jacob is a theology doctoral student from Indiana. When he isn’t philosophizing, he enjoys jogging, hiking, being an uncle and slurping all kinds of coffee.
On other blogs and on Facebook I have written posts which expressed general misgivings about aspects of academic culture. One of my classmates, curious and fair-minded, asked me to write about my experiences; he hoped…
Every week, time stops.Our raggle-taggle gaggleExonerates itself from the tick-tock of clocks.Even the heartbeat takes a backseat.The table alone matters.
Attending graduate school is so much more than seminar classes and longer papers. It is its own culture, and making the switch to the broader professional world involves much more than simply withdrawing and walking.
There are many deaths:The death that darkly rushes over the eyes,like cold, sticky sap that wraps the lifeless limbsin a clean, aromatic pineor a copper cocoon, if your mourners are more modern.It washes us all, unwanted and unwelcome.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
Condensation deliberately dripped from a green awning onto the concrete sidewalk. It was another one of those bleak, wet Washington fall mornings. Often, those mornings give way to crisp, golden days, but according to the weather prognosticators, this was…