A hidden benefit of "delaying" your life

“I wish, that, I knewww what I knowww now - when I was younger!”  Damnnn that's a catchy tune!

I think the reason it sticks is because we’ve all felt this way at some point or another.  Maybe if I knew what I know now when I was younger, I would have pursued an undergraduate degree that made me directly employable.  I would then proceed to greet any discussion of grad school with wild eyes and disturbingly intense laughter.  Whoever brought up the subject would still be able to hear the sounds of my mania off in the distance as I sped away in the brand new two door Audi S5 that I purchased with all that sweeeeeet disposable income! Aghhhhhhhhhh. hgfvjbnkbjhvnk. Sorry, had to wipe a bit of drool off the keyboard! 

The 'wealthy' grad student begins

Hi.  My name is Anthony, and I'm an alcoho-...grad student.  I have spent some four years in grad school so far, two years for my master’s and now am “half way” through my PhD.  For myself (and many other students) the prospect of graduating in another few years is slightly terrifying.  As I write this first post I feel a sudden urge to watch "The Shawshank Redemption" on repeat so that I might convince myself that lugging out a pocket full of rocks each day over many years will eventually lead to sweet sweet freedom!

For anyone who is/has been a grad student, or who knows one, it is probably clear that graduate students sometimes struggle with keeping up morale.  A grad degree can be like walking through a long dark tunnel where you  cannot tell if you are moving forward or backward.  The light at the end of “the Grunnel” becomes apparent only when you are already there.  For this reason...