You have my sympathy. I spent six wonderful/terrible years in grad school. What field are you in?

I usually end up teaching summer classes (extra money!) and trying frantically to do research over the summer. Boo.

Okay fine, I did it. But only so I can have this elsewhere too.

See, I can't imagine surviving the detox process. I had a friend who tried to quit her Diet Coke habit the summer of the qualifying exam in grad school. It lasted for all of two weeks.

I experienced the raging bitch monster when I tried to switch from Coke to Diet. Never. again. I need my high fructose corn syrup, I guess.

OMG THIS. I need my carbs to function. I don't have the luxury of hazy brain.

I can handle math (my username doesn't say physicist for nothing), but I can't handle diets. They slow me down, make it so I can't handle my job, and then they make me evil.

The optimist in me is going "Oh that's cute."

Google a similar class and find their practice tests?

Practice problems.

You're right, you're right. Of course you're right. I just get a little overheated when I see an insult to both womanhood and physics at the same time. ;)

*sigh* Which is sad, because I'm not one who wants a bikini. If I get one that fits in the butt, it's more than a little boobtastic. If I get one better suited to the bust, it won't fit anywhere else. I usually go with boobtastic, out of desperation, and not wanting to spend $100 to try something else from the…

I know it's not exactly the same as having 24 lbs. glued to your chest all the time.

Yeaaah, I nearly bit my tongue off over that one. I mean, seriously, does he even know any women? Like at all? Jeez.

Sorry, this woman can't do blouses or button-ups. It's...not pretty, in a lot of ways. I'll stick to my cute little cowl-neck tops. They even look good under a blazer.

But Callie, I need my bra! No one wants a hunchbacked physicist in raging agony at their naked events.

I think I went the multiple undershirts route. Naively thinking it would keep everything under control. Until my D-cup mom went "Nope. Real bra time."

I'm still fuming over that one. Like I could kick something. Someone should staple 30 pounds to HIS chest and see how well he gets on with "toning his core".

I haven't been a C cup since, well...I started having boobs. I went from nothing to a C cup practically overnight, and it's been all up the letter hill since then.

Every word of this. For my entire life since puberty.