A math professor? You understand everything then. Absolutely everything.
A math professor? You understand everything then. Absolutely everything.
That was me in grad school. I hit the point where I just went, you know what, screw it. I'm going to be me, pink ribbons, blonde hair, physics lolcats and all.
I bought two pairs of "ankle-length" dress pants at Walmart this fall. They're the first pants I've had in years that needed neither hemming nor rolling.
Hey! Another 4'10" over here. :D I've pulled the "not quite five feet" card a few times myself.
Agreed. Meditation is wonderful, mindfulness is great — I've used both to great effect.
You said it perfectly.
I want these toys and I want them now.
The torque on my lower spine is still a killer though. D:
I'd agree with you, except for my Monster Rack of Doom. My center of gravity is up somewhere near my neck . ;)
This.
I also don't have a personal trainer to keep my core muscles in perfect condition and nag me into keeping my posture perfect. Couldn't afford to see that physical therapist forever. ;)
In a word: yes. Physics doesn't care about the gender of the boob-haver.
Sleep = energy source.
Does it change the equation at all if I love my work? If the science motivates me beyond belief and the students are the highlights of my days? I love what I do, but the learning curve is really steep to get to any kind of skill level (they don't teach you how to teach in grad school). So I am where I am, but the…
But does the lobster costume stick to magnet?
Very often, if I don't spread my to-do list over all 7 days....I won't be sleeping for a few of them.
Oh. my. god. I want it. Alas they do not have the size appropriate for my rack, but I love everything about it. The full skirt. The neckline. Those piercing blue eyes right about boob level. It's beautiful.
I hear there are good stains, but they're generally expensive. I'm going to have to look into that.
Well, my boobs are certainly the cause of my often hunched over posture. And my doctor says that's what's irritating my nerve. I feel your pain. D:
Oh you are right there with me. I'm a 34G/H myself. And my sciatic nerve hates me for it.