Got my teaching evals back…
… and the most frequent suggestion I received was to include more male perspectives and readings written by men. In my intro Women’s Studies course.
All of my students were cisgendered women.
*headdesk*
… and the most frequent suggestion I received was to include more male perspectives and readings written by men. In my intro Women’s Studies course.
All of my students were cisgendered women.
*headdesk*
Waiting to hear back from grad schools is already killing me, and it’s only been a couple of weeks since all of my applications were sent in. At this rate, I’ll be curled up in a ball and rocking in a corner by late February/March.
Also, I cannot wait until I finish my second thesis chapter. Which will probably be when I’m 60, since I started it in early December, but keep taking week long breaks from it. I just hate writing literature reviews, and this particular one seems to never end (despite the fact that there isn’t exactly a dearth of material to review on my topic). Plus it looks like I won’t be doing any in-person interviews like I’d originally planned, which makes me feel like a lazy researcher since I never found the time to go out and make connections and recruit participants. My e-mail interviews look really interesting though, so I’m looking forward to coding those later in the month.
/rambling
So sad, so true.
From: Monogamy Is Simple…
via mooserrific and cthuloops
Y’all, this is exactly why I can’t get past my first thesis chapter. HOW DOES ONE EXPLAIN THIS COHERENTLY, I ASK YOU.
(My thesis is exploring how women in polyamorous relationships structure their identities, BTW.)
At least if I don’t get into a PhD program, no one can accuse me of being disorganized.
So this week I had a paper proposal accepted by a conference, won a scholarship that will fund a good part of my thesis work, and was selected to autonomously teach my own undergraduate Women’s Studies 101 course next year—with my own self-designed syllabus.
I had originally written about how all of this good fortune made me feel nervous, and how I felt like I was tempting fate to send some bad luck my way. But you know what—fuck that. I’ve worked really hard for these opportunities, and on making positive changes in my life in general. And I’m going to keep working hard no matter what kind of luck the universe sends me.
So right now, I’m going to sit back, enjoy the good things that have come my way, and allow myself to feel justified in my happiness. Because I am.
I may never be the same after grad school. Exhibit A: I saw Zombieland the other day, then last night I dreamed that I was writing my thesis on “Changing Gender Roles in a Post-Zombie Apocalypse Survivalist State.” Seriously, that was the title. Who dreams like that?
Most recent picture of my Noro shawl, from a couple of days ago. I’ve already put a couple more inches on it; I’m almost through the light blue section you can see in that Noro ball, and the Lorna’s Laces ball is nearly gone. It’s been great for stress knitting, if only because it now takes me about 10-15 minutes to finish a row, so I’m forced to sit and relax for at least that long.
In other news, bad things seem to be coming in pairs lately: I’ve got two papers to write, two classes to co-facilitate, and I’ve been sick for almost two weeks now. Sheesh.
So I’m having trouble starting these papers I need to write, but at least the view from my desk is pretty sweet.
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