Originally published September 2006.
1st day: “8:00 am classes…EVERY DAY!”
Before 1st test: “Holy shit, I’m freaking out!”
After 2nd test: “I am not getting paid enough for this.”
Passed out late night in the library: “Stupid brain.”
Home for the Holiday: “I hate grad school.”
The start of a new semester: “Late morning class, two days a week…I can deal with this.”
Begin to slightly understand a frontier’s speaker: “Damn it!”
Maximized every meal to fall during a catered Emory event: “I can’t believe I’m getting paid for this.”
Finally do something right in 1st rotation: “Oops.”
Give in to becoming a Nerdoscientist: “Grad school is alright.”
Disclosure: Some first years were harmed, mentally or physically, in the making of this article.