The deeper I get into graduate school, the more I realize how much I don’t belong. I don’t care about doing academic research (in fact it sounds horrendous). I don’t write in that stuffy, fairly boujie way that seems to be the preferred style of teachers, students, and researchers. Hell, half of the time I don’t really understand what I’m reading. I get so lost in these walls of text that, if I even get through it, I feel like Doyle in