I remember the school gave us random days off. They were called Stress Days or something like that. We also had free psychiatric care. I took advantage of it because I was very curious. So for an hour every week, I bitched to poor Edward about people who always told shitty jokes. I was definitely not in a happy place. Became depressed and just stopped caring. It got to the point where my adviser told me to stop fucking around.

Then I quit after my masters and got a job. Having money is so much better than living off of a stupid stipend. Fuck grad school! Wooo!!!