suntlacrimae

Life has been good for the past . . . well . . . several months. I'm not used to that. I was discussing the sudden normalcy and contentment in my life and, as usual, her comments were eerily apt. She asked me if it felt like I was emerging from a dark, dank tunnel into the sun for the first time in a long time. Taken aback, I said, "yeah, that's pretty much exactly it." Then she says, "just remember that you deserve the sun."

My god, am I ever lucky. I know of so many grad students who have shitty advisors who treat them like (a) small children, (b) annoyances, (c) shit, etc. Mine not only treats me nicely, but steps in to play counselor and giver-of-advice-about-things-not-related-to-school. And it's subtle too . . . she'll ask me a few questions and, before I know it, I'm rambling away about my private life. I don't even do that with most of my friends!

Kinda makes up for the fact that she works me like a mule.