When I told him I was a writer, he became intrigued.
He asked whether I ever offered coaching services, so I gave him my card.
He had expected to be slain by Imperialdramon or some other powerful digimon in open combat – not to be stabbed (and slashed, and clawed) in the back by the digimon he had naively fallen for, right after the moment of their apparent victory.
Leomon wondered if the thought that he wasn't defeated fairly ad that his fight was not yet over was what kept his spirit floating around Tokyo after his body had disintegrated.
She asked me if I was in a relationship with anyone, and I said I wasn’t. Possibly the look of madness in the eye while I try to hold a number of theories in my head and analyse my data and finish this marking and reply to my students’ requests and apply for more funding. [Nothing says ‘date me’ like academia exhaustion, amirite? Books : Critical Discourse Analysis, Conducting Qualitative Research, Analysing Qualitative Data (8 ed.). Saying the word ‘problematise’ and realising people are looking at me strangely. I have no idea how I got this far without everyone realising I’m a fraud. You want to go for a drink and talk about my thesis.
Her reply summed it up: “That’s probably for the best.” Relationships are incompatible with Ph Ds, seems to be the conclusion. Anything by Erving Goffman, Michel Foucault, Judith Butler or Pierre Bourdieu. Although I definitely don’t want to talk about my thesis.
The most exciting days are when conferences take place in our building and there’s free sandwiches. Long words that other people don’t understand, that give me an inflated sense of self-importance. At the meeting, we spent over an hour discussing his writing. Clearly not, or she wouldn't have gotten him kicked off the team (for his own good! Then again, perhaps it was simply what happened to those who died on earth, and his own feelings had nothing to do with the matter, save that he would be stuck with them for an eternity.If this was truly his afterlife, and if he was truly a ghost now, what surprised Leomon most was just how boring it was. Doesn't she know the perils of dating a football player? The head of the college radio station is totally hot! Your boss is totally into doing what she thinks is best for other people without their consent, just like you! To address this, I thought I would offer my own, painful insight, by making suggestions for what an academic’s honest dating profile might look like. Except Harry Potter, which I find is a good cure for academic insomnia. But is there a difference between myself and the Ph D? Except I am a complete failure, I am definitely going to be alone forever, and definitely not going to have a career in academia. My Self-Summary I’m a Ph D student in London, researching women in the boardroom. I’m in the last 6 months of my Ph D, so I spend most of my time re-reading sections of my thesis that I have already re-written many times over, and drinking too much coffee, and getting angry with people who get between me and the coffee. Music – Classical, ambient, or generally anything that doesn’t have words to it, so I can listen to it while I work. [Once, someone brought in a box of Krispy Kremes and there was nearly a riot.] The six things I could never do without… I met Bob at a restaurant on a summer afternoon in 2014.