Gradness Madness

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A blog of encouragement for those in graduate school!

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I never change, I simply become more myself.
Joyce Carol Oates (via emotional-algebra)

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Asker flufffff-ff Asks:
Hi! I stumbled on your blog last night and I want to say it is super inspiring!! Granted, I am only 19 and going into my second year in college (I do however plan on going to grad school for atmospheric science but that part isn't important). I just wanted to let you know this blog and your posts really make me want to push myself to do well for my undergrad and then take on graduate school full force!! Thanks for this blog, you do great things!!
gradnessmadness gradnessmadness Said:

Thank you very much, that’s wonderful to hear.  I’m glad you are already thinking about grad school - it is an amazing experience.  It’s not for everyone, but sounds like you have your eyes wide open!  All the best to you.

Asker dessida Asks:
This is a fabulous blog.
gradnessmadness gradnessmadness Said:

Thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoy it :)

“People use the word ‘love’ a lot of different ways. Take me, for instance. I am often heard saying that I love my mom and dad. I am also often heard saying that I love pizza. What am I saying when I say I love my mom and dad? I’m saying that I care about them. I’m saying that I love spending time with them and that I talk to them every chance I get. I’m saying that if they needed me, I would do every humanly possible to help them. I’m saying that I always want what’s best for them.

What am I saying when I say I love pizza? Am I saying that I care deeply about pizza? Am I saying that I have a relationship with pizza? Am I saying that if pizza had a problem, I would be there for the pizza? (What? Not enough pepperoni? I’ll be right there!) Of course not. When I say I love pizza, I’m just saying that I enjoy eating pizza until I don’t want any more pizza. Once I’m tired of the pizza, I don’t care what happens to the rest of it. I’ll throw it away. I’ll feed it to the dog. I’ll stick it in the back of the refrigerator until it gets all green and moldy. It doesn’t matter to me anymore.

These are two very different definition of the word ‘love’. It gets confusing when people start talking about love, and especially about loving you. Which way do these people love you? Do they want what is best for you, or do they just want you around because it is good for them, and they don’t really care what happens to you? Next time someone looks deeply into your eyes and says ‘I love you’, look very deeply right back and say, ‘Would that be pizza love, or the real thing?”

- Mary Beth Bonacci