Saturday morning, sitting amongst a room full of 4th graders and their families, still reeling from the shots (yes, multiple – who in their right mind, over the age of 21 even does ONE shot let alone two?) of whiskey from the night before, the word of the day flashes up on the front screen: Judgment. Oh, judgment; I know judgment. I’m from the greater NYC metro area, a born and bred Northeasterner. I learned to judge before I learned how to walk. So, yes, let me tell you about judgment, kids. Passing judgment? I’ve got it in the bag. You poke along at or under the speed limit on the interstate? Judging. You're wearing Uggs and it's July (or any month, for that matter)? Pshht, I’m still judging. You don’t know the difference between pinot noir and pinot grigio? I am SO totally judging you right now. And, don't even get me started on bad judgment. My god, where to begin? It’s practically become the story of my life in 2011. Let’s start with the fact that I’m writing this and simply ignoring the entire book that I've effectively failed to read for tomorrow’s class. So, yeah, gather ‘round.
Eeks. June 12th. There now remains only 6 weeks between my current carefree (both intellectually cumbersome and stimulating) graduate student existence and being unwillingly flung back out into semi-functioning adulthood. With friends now deciding what lays ahead for them and knowing that very soon many of us will part ways, returning to our respective regions of the US, I'm already getting nostalgic. Clearly, I'm going to have to get on this bandwagon and figure out what the heck I plan to do after graduation as well. In the meantime, however, I'm content with continuing to overlook the many opportunities I have (and have had) to employ good judgment and stay the course of these previous (and hopefully forthcoming) months of ridiculous carousing.