The following is a response to this post by The Post-Grad Goose.
In my opinion, there is no quick solution to this diffused burnout feeling – I did read the article and spread it to all my friends, and I am getting a lot of “I can relate to 90% of that at least” responses. The problem in my opinion is structural and systemic, so solutions must be structural as well.
The problem in my opinion is structural and systemic, so solutions must be structural as well.
Does anyone else get tired of hearing the question “so what do you plan on doing with that?” whenever you tell them your academic plans?
My plan involves getting a PhD in philosophy. When I tell people this, I get responses that range from “Oh, what a unique career path!” to “That sounds… interesting?” to “So you want to work in retail?” By far the most common response, however, is “So what do you want to do with that?”
Being home for the holidays has meant answering that question a total of eight times already (and it’s only week one), so I’ve decided to have some fun with it instead of justifying the same career plans over and over.
PhD programs are interesting, because you truly get people from different backgrounds and experiences. However, there are also situations when these different levels of experience and background can collide in really uncomfortable professional ways. That’s right everyone – it’s time to talk about professionalism in co-writing!
The end of the semester is an incredibly busy, stressful time for students, researchers, and educators. If you’re a graduate student, you’re likely at least two of those things. This means that work is piling on, stress is compounding, and negative thoughts are running amok.
While reshaping these thoughts aren’t going to change the amount of work have to do, they can improve your attitude, up your productivity, and make this time of year suck just a little bit less.
I take a deep breath. “Assume good intent,” I think to myself, furiously. I try to think of all the possible, good, helpful reasons my boss said That Thing, that thing that made me feel like the biggest imposter on the face of the planet. Negative thoughts abound, but–let’s not get into those.
I always knew people didn’t believe women who accuse powerful men of sexual assault. I always knew that women who come forward are villianized and drug through the mud. I always knew that people make excuses for the actions of accused men.
But something else happened to me during this round of accusations: I realized that what I always suspected is most definitely true.
I would not be believed either.
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