in the interest of being transparent, bc I see a lot of shit on here about phds & grad school demanding constant work & stress: I’ve taken a whole three weeks off my phd over christmas/new year & I’m not behind; my supervisor isn’t worried; I’m not worried. what I am is well-rested & clear-headed & keen to get back to work tomorrow. if you think you’re not allowed to take time off you’re wrong & should be interrogating why you think that. here’s wishing everyone a healthy new year x
Do you ever spend an entire minute trying to figure out what a sentence means or are you normal
Keep your friends close, and your personal shame over failing to meet overly ambitious summer writing goals closer.
some grad students really still out here writing like they used a thesaurus for every other word.
“I’m not even having fun, why am I procrastinating,” my forthcoming autobiography
Me: This is the last time I procrastinate on writing
Narrator: It was not
concept: chaotic academia
- it’s not as pretty and put together as dark academia
- you’re wearing two cardigans, mismatched socks and some jeans that are bordering on “just about clean enough”. nothing will stand between you and your next cup of tea/coffee/hot chocolate and adding extra sugar.
- emptying your pockets at the end of the day and coming to a total of four pens, a pocket notebook, two receipts, and a highlighter.
- your hair keeps falling in your face. you use a rubber band to tie it back. your fringe falls in your face. a paperclip is used to keep it back for the next ten minutes. you probably need a haircut.
- the floor is the best place to study. there are so many books and pages of notes scattered around that the carpet can’t be seen anymore.
- a rush before you leave class. your ID? got it. keys? got them. wait, where did your ID go again..? did you put your phone in your backpack or in any of the nine pockets on your person.
- trash is piled up neatly in the corner, ready to be put into a rubbish bag and taken out. you’ll do it tomorrow, you say. you said the exact same thing last week.
- you’re typing and you miss a letter. you go back to fix it. you miss a different letter. you go back to fix it. somehow you have fewer letters than you started with. you take it as a sign to take a break.
- it’s time for a quick break. half an hour later you realise that you still haven’t gone back to work. Whoops.
- you’ve replied to an email. while doing so, three more emails needing a reply came in. you put them off til tomorrow
- yes you have a calendar to keep track of classes/meetings. you also have a weekly planner and a daily to-do list. you forget to fill any of these out
- your last pair of trousers got a hole in and you don’t have time to go trouser-shopping, so it’s leggings/shorts/skirts for the rest of term, gender presentation be damned
- it’s the first week of term. you look away for five minutes. it’s the sixth week of term
i love when ur writing an essay and u all of a sudden get a burst of inspiration or find the perfect source to back up ur point and it’s like the clouds have parted and everything’s clear and ur not gonna have to drop out
never mind everything sucks essay writing is horrible i have no clue what im doing im gonna drop out and become a street performer
NEVER MIND IM THE KING OF ACADEMIA IM GONNA GET 100% IM GONNA FINISH ON TIME AND HAVE A WELL STRUCTURED ARGUMENT AND IT’S GONNA BE AWESOME
never mind.
the uncanny valley between “this academic article doesn’t make sense because i’m an idiot” and “this academic article doesn’t make sense because the author is an idiot”