I’m sitting on a wooden bench outside the Galveston Island Brewery, having just wrapped up two pints of what has instantly become my favorite drink, the mojito seltzer. With two days left before I venture back north, discovering this place has been a pleasant surprise, like discovering a home away from home. My eyes are fixated on a graduate student, discussing the time she visited an African country to do some field work. Her discussion proceeds to intertwine with rambling tangents of how she became a PhD candidate, the PhD world as she’s come to navigate it, and her life. Counting with my fingers, we were only four questions in… but it seemed that those questions were all she needed to share her many, unsolicited life stories. To be fair, I’d probably do the same if I were that inebriated and had a lot to say. I might've even included several dramatic reenactments to ensure my own unsolicited life stories were justly retold. Picture 1. The Galveston Island Brew...