I am walking into the building I work in. As I do, I pass by a student whom I do not recognize. He is talking animatedly into his cell phone, gesturing wildly, running his hand through his hair, pacing back and forth. He is clearly distressed in some way. As I near and then pass him, I overhear the following:
“It’s just crazy how much work there is! And it doesn’t help that I’m still acting like I’m in undergraduate school!”
He pauses to listen, and then continues, “Right, right…. I’m just doing stuff like, like… Well, I’m still going to the Library to look things up, for God’s sake!!!”
The rest of the conversation goes unheard as I enter the building and the door sighs closed behind me.