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Oct. 13th, 2005 02:44 pmA shock, from yesterday:
My teacher, in women's studies, gave us a wee bit of an exasperated lecture, about how we, as academics, should be inclined to search out each other's help in our research endeavors, because of varying perspectives and because it would enlighten us, or some such varying shite... going on and on about how, once we were finished with this, we'd go on to our MAs and that we should be reading alternate articles to familiarise ourselves with the subject of our future research, etc, etc... And the only thing going through my mind was 'you're delusional, I'm just here to finish my degree, get me out of here!'... which, it strikes me, is probably why it really WOULDN'T be a good idea to follow my mom's advice about that MA. It just never struck me that clearly before that this ISN'T what I want to be doing. So... now to figure out what I DO want to do.
Also, Granddad's funeral is Friday and Saturday. I'll be back in town sometime after that. Kat? I'll be calling. Mother is driving me up the damn wall. She's decided to send me shopping for clothes so that 'I'll be presentable for the funeral'. I just fucking give up.
My teacher, in women's studies, gave us a wee bit of an exasperated lecture, about how we, as academics, should be inclined to search out each other's help in our research endeavors, because of varying perspectives and because it would enlighten us, or some such varying shite... going on and on about how, once we were finished with this, we'd go on to our MAs and that we should be reading alternate articles to familiarise ourselves with the subject of our future research, etc, etc... And the only thing going through my mind was 'you're delusional, I'm just here to finish my degree, get me out of here!'... which, it strikes me, is probably why it really WOULDN'T be a good idea to follow my mom's advice about that MA. It just never struck me that clearly before that this ISN'T what I want to be doing. So... now to figure out what I DO want to do.
Also, Granddad's funeral is Friday and Saturday. I'll be back in town sometime after that. Kat? I'll be calling. Mother is driving me up the damn wall. She's decided to send me shopping for clothes so that 'I'll be presentable for the funeral'. I just fucking give up.