When I was an undergraduate, I loved Christmas break because it meant that I could read whatever I wanted to read. As an English Major, I was reading 400-500 pages a day of Chaucer, Dickens, Austen, and Shakespeare. But on Christmas Break, I could snuggle up with Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings without guilt.
This morning, as I settled into my office (the only person on the whole floor today), I began writing a manuscript that I’ve been trying to write for the last six months. I had the idea in August, and I just haven’t found the time to sit down and flesh out the concepts until now. And as I sit and write, and the words are flowing and the article is going to be fantastic (if I do say so myself), I suddenly realize the horrible truth:
Once a nerd, always a nerd.
As an undergraduate, I loved Christmas break because it meant I got to read the books that I want to read. As a graduate student, I love Christmas break because it means I get to write the papers I want to write.
