As stated previously, this is finals time in my neck of the woods.
This means I do slightly crazy things… like forgo bathing, rudely cut off conversations, and ignore phone calls. Please note, I now take time to eat real meals. This, my friends, is call progress.
Living off of protein bars, apples, and brownies is not really living. I discovered that gem of a life lesson during my first round of graduate finals. After eating my third protein power bar, I realized how ridiculous it was. Anyways…
When I’ve been studying too long without social interraction, I tend to go slightly crazy. You see, as an extreme extrovert, spending hours by myself in a corner muttering about theories is a recipe for catastrophe. Last night, the recipe manifested itself in a veritable pastry of awkwardness.
I was sitting in one of my usual spots at CG when a dashing man, who I had previously met at CG, came up to me. I said hello, but unfortunately, I was still in the fog of my study materials.
He extended his hand.
He looked at me quizzically.
Then he kindly explained it was a handshake. I then shook his hand. A couple sentences later, we shook hands again. Then after another awkward pause, we shook hands yet AGAIN. (Yes, that’s three handshakes within the span of a 2 minute conversation).
I think this is a sign that grad school has made me forget basic human social behaviors. I should probably re-learn those at some point. I think they need to design a course to rehabilitate grad students so we’re fit to mingle with the general public once again.