I just realized today that my graduate transcript lists my date of birth on it. At least now I can blame all my rejection letters on hostility towards wunderkinder instead of the blog.
I just realized today that my graduate transcript lists my date of birth on it. At least now I can blame all my rejection letters on hostility towards wunderkinder instead of the blog.
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4 comments:
At least they don’t send a pic…
:)
Amen to that.
The scary thing is, you and I are on the “pretty” side of political scientists. You should see some of the troglodytes in the discipline… (shudder).
Actually, I think I got most of my job offers because I DID send a pic…
…of Mr. Franklin! wink! wink!
Seriously, I forgot how pretty you and I were. Remember when you and I split a room in New Orleans and all those people kept running up to us and saying, “Gosh Misters Clooney and Pitt, are you filming the next ‘Ocean’s Eleven’ here?”
I can barely afford the postage on job applications, much less bribes.
And I doubt Messrs. Clooney and Pitt would have been caught slumming at the Intercontinental.
Now you’re going to get me in trouble by making me post links to photos of ugly political scientists…