You know you’re a grad student when….

…you can’t stand to write a book review for your blog because that’s what you do all day and you love it but it’s also consuming your soul for all the class to see.

…you write for your blog as a “break” from school, because you need that little, wilting bit of joy in your day.

…yet you still like to complain about how school leaves no time for your blog, despite the blog eating up what your good, rational, ex-valedictorian side knows is supposed to be school time.

You know you’re a grad student when…

….you envy the undergrads for their ability to do decent work past midnight.

….you begin to realize one one-thousandth the pain your sleep-deprived parents must have felt about your screaming, crying baby self as you scream and cry over your baby: your thesis.

…you, the mature adult, finally reject the sleep-study binary and turn in early because your work would be poop, anyhow.

And, finally, you know you’re a grad student when…

…you reach for your apartment key when unlocking the department office door.

…you then begin using the department key when trying to unlock your apartment.

…you might as well just move into the department because you live there anyhow and the rent would be free.