Apparently grad school = food
By Kate Levinson
Community Health Education/Health Journalism
Don’t get me wrong, I was just as pumped as anyone to attend any undergraduate event that advertised free pizza. But now I think the difference is that all the food is scrunched into the last three weeks of the semester.
Not that I’m complaining about that either. Stress and food are an excellent combination, and the more time I can spend on homework (as opposed to cooking) the better.
Last week, the School of Public Health bloggers got together for a fabulous Greek lunch.
Over the weekend, I went to the May Day festival in Powderhorn Park. Let’s just say I have a weakness for cotton candy.
Yesterday, we had a lunch potluck in our CHE class. Note to self for future potlucks: grad students + finals + homemade mac ‘n’ cheese = empty pan.
Then we had a (Cinco-de-Mayo-themed) dinner potluck in computer-assisted reporting. I broke out the chickpea tacos recipe I’ve been meaning to try, and we flew through a package of tortillas, so I’m assuming that means they turned out well.
Today, I’m going out to lunch with a friend at the Star Tribune. It’s my technical last day, though I’ll definitely still be here a month from now if I’m going to finish the stories I’m working on.
And for dinner? Potluck No. 3 in two days – this time, a barbeque with some CHE and MCH folks and friends. I’m heading right home from work to wash and slice and skewer some zucchini, mushrooms and peppers.
Who knows what the weekend will bring. But I would guess it’ll be edible.
And I'm hoping it will fuel me through the grant proposal and biostats final I have left to go!
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