I still remember my absolute delight when my Old Norse Prof asked me at the end of the semester if I wanted to quickly recount the ending of Loki and Svaðilfari to the class because we wouldn’t get to it.
Fund my uni tuition
I am just so…tired. I have absolutely zero drive to complete my research right now. I feel like it’s so…pointless?? in the midst of everything else happening?
Is anyone else struggling with this?
1650s English Protestant dissenters were not fucking around. And honestly? Such a Mood too.
hey guys! does anyone have any GRE tips & tricks they feel like sharing?? i’m studying now as i’ll be taking it in a few months 😇 thank you!!
Thursday has become my cleaning day, although I’m excited to dig into these new books!! (I was so tired of reading bad PDFs of the Vatican website).
princeton SoP writing for this visitation program ; this was a good prep for what a grad school application feels like tbh
This has been the longest week ever. I’ve been getting up at 6 am to study before work/class/social distancing activities begin. Almost…there…
28 May 2020 working through chapter feedback & thesis planning
Just an unofficial vote
Any of my fellow grad students out there spending more money on buying books because libraries are/were closed or you don’t want to risk going there?
Having just finished my first year of my screenwriting masters program, i wanna share this thing that I was told at the very start of the year that I have not been able to stop thinking about
they got all 28 of us screenwriters in a room on like the second day and straight up told us—
“you will suffer for your entire career if you make this into a competition.”
they told us that, while we might like the write similar things, like in the same genre, or same settings—we’d never be in competition, simply because we were all different people.
from our big differences in life experience and in personality, down to our smaller differences in story preferences and writing style, it all made everything we all did unique.
and while we were all one of a million people trying to achieve the same goal of making writing a career—individually we were the only ones who could tell our stories.
You are the only one who can write like you, who can draw like you, who can cosplay like you, who can sing like you, who can make art like you. Don’t ruin the love you have for your craft by comparing yourself to others, by putting yourself in competition with them just because you want to be “the best”.
And finally, here’s the tough love part that we all got reminded of constantly—
The moment you decide you are better than everyone, is the moment you fail. Because you will have closed yourself off to valuable critique. You will have inflated your ego so big that the second you get rejected you’ll spiral. You will have become so high and mighty that one day you’ll look around and realize you have pushed all of your peers, and your entire support system, away.
There literally is no “best”. There is only growing with others as artists, supporting your peers, and telling your story in the way only you can. That’s how you succeed.
I’d just like to publicly endorse safe, socially distant work dates, where you sit outside six feet apart and work on your stuff. This is definitely the least shitty I’ve felt since March, by like a lot.
Stay safe, stay kind, stay nerdy!
I’m entering the last month of my mphil program, about to cram an entire dissertation into the next four weeks, and I realized for the first time in my academic career, I don’t know if I can do it. Graduating from high school, graduating from college… I was not particularly proud of doing these things because I never doubted that I would do them. I worked hard, but I would not say that completing the degrees was hard. But now, I genuinely don’t know if I am going to get this done in time. If I do, if I pull this off, I will really feel as though I have accomplished something, but only because failure is a true possibility for the first time in my life. I might not make it. And that is terrifying.
Well, I had my first virtual class today. It wasn’t so bad, but three hours is a long time. And I’m so tired. I’m not used to this anymore.
Today was one of those days where my brain said, “Yeah… that’s a hard no from me.”
I struggled to do work-work and did half of my homework which isn’t due until Sunday (because the summer semester began today), and now I’m sitting on my couch drinking a mai tai and wondering if I can get off the couch. All signs point to no. My heart is too heavy right now…
Good news is that I can’t have The Blue House with the Yellow Door hanging over my head because I’ll want to work on that instead of schoolwork, so I’ll be finishing it ASAP.
It was not very smart of me to do a summer semester during a pandemic. On the bright side, I just received another fellowship so it’s not all bad news. Hoorah! Also, I made a new friend which is nice. Hello @paperheartsandparachutes!
Also, also, I may have a baby murder hornet caught underneath a dishtowel on my window. I’m too scared to check if it’s dead. Murder hornet? Not sure. But it was the biggest fucking wasp/hornet/thingy/whatever I’ve ever seen. (Definitely not a bee.)
*takes another sip*
How are you? Tell me everything!
Anyone else think it’s bullshit that I got an A in my class but the professor made me take an incomplete because she thought I didn’t understand the ‘process’ she was trying to teach?
I typed 200 words to begin my Chapter 3 today and I feel both accomplished and completely useless.
But I did start watching the latest season of RuPaul’s Drag Race and when Ru tells me “you better WORK”, I do.