Counting Sheep
This is the post wherein I complain about grad school and all its problems. Mostly, the fact that we are not being trained to do what it is we are supposed to do when we finish out PhD (if we finish out PhD). You've heard it from me before so I'll say one other thing and you can fill in the blanks. I think my quality of life has decreased every year that I've been in grad school, the passion is fading and I find myself less and less happy at the university. Not just this university, any university.
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Hey, I think that's me in the background. You're the taller, thinner dude in the nice coat, and I'm the sloppy fat one in the back! That's so interesting that we're riding on the same train! BTW, have you ever read anything by a France-man named Henri Lefebvre? He's written about space and rhythm mostly, from what I know about him.
I haven't read anything by said France-man. I'll check it out one of these days.
The other day someone was asking me about what I do at school, and after I explained to them what my PhD program was like, they said, "wow, you must really like to read." I paused, thought about it, and then replied, "I used to." How seriously sad is that?
Sad. Seriously. Really. Did I mention I'm taking Latin?
I'm already feeling it... I'm being crushed under the weight of the new 350-work PhD reading list that will own me for the next two years. The list of medieval works alone goes onto a second page...
I also reassess my occupational choices pretty much every week or so. I will say this, however, I just officially finished my course work and it feels good, it really does (this could be because my PhD exam reading list is basically up to me and it will run somewhere between 135-160 titles (including films or other media)). Here's to just getting a job and owning a home!
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