6. I lived in Kyoto & Osaka, Japan, for a year and a half after undergrad. Because I worked while I was there for the McDonald’s of English schools, my work schedule was intense. But there was still time for a little travelling, some language learning, and a LOT of karaoke (god, I enjoy the karaoke box).
7. I have two younger brothers, one of whom is only 13 months younger than me (proof, if we still need it, that breastfeeding is NOT birth control). When we were little, our grandfather introduced us to wrestling, which we watched on TV with him on Saturday mornings. We subsequently spent a LOT of time trying to develop our skills in this forum. Sometimes Grandpa would check our biceps. He’d squeeze our flexed arms and proclaim them “Chickadee’s kneecaps.”
Almost 30 years later, I continue to use the bird-knee system. For example, there’s a good chance my upper arm strength continues in the Bluejay/Chickadee range. Perhaps someday, however, if I ever manage to commit to a workout schedule that includes actual strength training, I’ll make it to Ostrich or Emu.
8. My dog, a.k.a. Fuzzy Roommate, got me through grad school and the years since. He and I have lived in 5 different apartments together. He helped me study for comprehensive exams (and as a result, he is awesome at Canadian poetry and can think circles around Fredric Jameson), and he’s listened carefully to more than one practice job talk. He also parties like a grad student and continues to be VERY alert into the wee hours of the night, but is useless until at least 11am.
9. A-Dubs-Hubs and I have been together for a decade and a bit, but we’ve lived in the same city for – maybe – 4 of those years. We lived together briefly while I did my MA and he did his medical residency. Then I moved away to start my PhD, and he followed when his residency was done. Then I moved, again, to take up a Postdoc, and he followed a year-and-a-half later. Now we both live here. Together. Holy shite!
10. March was absolute crap not only for the usual term-related reasons, but also because I interviewed at my current institution, then watched 3 other candidates interview for the same position. But last week, I negotiated my contract. So I guess the florist shop will have to wait. I love and hate academia.
Whew. Ok, D-Med: which bloggettes can we ask to dish some of their own dirt?