I just discovered why I am always late in submitting my papers in graduate school. I had my eureka moment on the subway coming home. It’s the travel time! When I was an undergrad at MHC, the walk time to my professor’s office mailbox was easily calculated. No forseeable delay, no acts of God, no transportation to deal with, just my good old two legs. These days, I have to schlep on the train to drop off my paper and I’m blaming the NYC MTA, the slow walking peeps on the sidewalk especially since now’s the season to tote incredibly large shopping bags, the traffic lights, you name it!
My train painstakingly took far longer to get into the city than usual as it crawled slowly through the tunnel underneath the East River. I arrived 2 minutes after 5pm at the NYU Anthro Department building and it was already locked. It’s the Friday before Christmas — who was I kidding that somebody would somehow still be there.
Nonetheless, I’m a free woman…for now. Went and had myself a Sapporo with my sushi at Enju after I dropped off my paper. MoJo has already gone home for the holidays. And my classmates, well, no one took me up on my offer to celebrate the handing in of our papers with drinks.
My focus now turns to Christmas and finally to Maui. But first, sleep.