Just My Luck.

If you couldn’t guess from this un-descriptive title. This post will be my first thoughts about entering the bottom rung of  professional academia. It is a real struggle at 3 weeks in: lots of papers, names I still don’t know and some high expectations.

I have been working on both the beginnings of an MRP (major research paper), TA’ing for first year film and also taking my own classes. So busy is an understatement. Although there are some perks to being so involved. You may hear that your students really like you, or maybe you’ll hear them talking shit about you after you shush them in class. There are other things that I move between loving and hating. For instance, I am allowed to create my own seminar plan, which is both freeing and extremely difficult.

Possibly the greatest irony in my life to date is having to attend film, attend the showing, do the readings AND lead seminar. However, when I took film I only attended seminar (the part that you got marks for). So isn’t it interesting that I am now the expert to these children?

In terms of class, I am only in class two days a week for three hours a session. However, this is nothing to scoff at, because I spend roughly 4-5 hours a week in preparation for these classes. This master’s program is no walk in the park, it is more of a sprint uphill… and I hate running.

However, all of the stress from school is relatively forgotten when I return home. Expect when I find my car has a flat tire on my way to work. Twice.

But all of this being said, these first few weeks have been an extreme test of my strength. But don’t worry, reading week is fast approaching and that means fall activities and sleeping till noon.

Apologies for the lack of posting but I was trying to get into the groove of things. But I am back and as mediocre as ever. Namaste.

B.

 

Week One.

 

That’s right folks, ya gurl Brittany has survived one week at school and already has a mouthful to say about it.


So after one extremely busy week back I have a few thoughts on my choice to do graduate studies.

First, meetings are exhausting af and no one should have to sit through a meeting that is more that 2 hours long.

Second, nothing is less inspirational than hearing your professor tell you about how little everyone else cares and how much work you will have to do.

Third, being a teacher’s assistant for a class you have already taken and never attended is probably the greatest irony of my entire existence.

Fourth, the attempt to balance multiple readings, course work, my MRP and work is all becoming too real.

Fifth, I have realized I have no idea how I will handle 40 hour work weeks when I can’t even handle the first week back in school.

Sixth, I am extremely glad to have found a group of misfits I can spend all my time with this year. It is refreshing to have new faces and new perspectives in my program.

Seventh, I need sleep. Not your normal eight hours, but all the sleep I can get, whether it be a thirty minute cat nap or a ten hour un-interrupted sleep session.

Stayed tuned for more updates as this journey continues. Week one was brutal but I’m sure it is bound to spiral down hill from here.. Cheers to grad school!

                                                                                       -B.