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.