tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107767392011-04-21T17:22:21.974-07:00. . . in transition . . .gretahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06795187923385051533noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10776739.post-1108350171607641952005-02-13T19:02:00.000-08:002005-02-13T19:29:47.140-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/3575/640/Picture008.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/3575/320/Picture008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Greta Masuda <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hello, and welcome! I've had quite an interesting 4 years working toward a 2-year degree, if I do say so myself, and I want to tell you all about my life in grad school. In the coming weeks I'll be uploading bits and pieces of my extensive diaries to this space. I don't believe in posting in real time, and I suppose this makes me rather old-fashioned. But I <em>do</em> promise to admit fearlessly to every error in judgement, every stupid crush, and in general, to everything I thought at the time, no matter how dumb it seems now.<br /><br />I suppose it all starts with the story of how I came to attend grad school in the first place. But I'll save that for another day. Toodles! . . .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10776739-110835017160764195?l=gretablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gretahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06795187923385051533noreply@blogger.com3