Writing is lonely. There, I said it. As a literature Grad Student, I am constantly staring at text. I'm reading, or writing, or grading...so much text. When I set work aside, it takes me about half an hour to focus and get that back-in-the-real-world feeling. Concentrating on speech is almost impossible. Time loses meaning.… Continue reading Lost in Text
My pop once said I was like an 80-year-old woman. At the time, I didn't know what to think about his statement. As I have grown older, I have come to love his identification. I have always liked the old ways of doing things. My southern roots run deep. I like to think he meant… Continue reading Making Stuff; or, I like to crochet…
I'm like every other grad student. I wait. And I wait. And I wait. Until I can't wait anymore. As a deadline looms, I kill myself to churn out crap and slap it on the page. I also hope that crap somehow illustrates my ideas well enough that professors see I have some ability to… Continue reading Road to Revision; or, Good Writing Habits are Hard to Develop
Sickness has a way of hitting life unexpectedly. Life moves by so quickly that we all lose track of it. About three weeks ago, life slowed down. During my regular Wednesday night class, I had a hard time breathing. By the time I arrived back at my room, I had what I thought was a full… Continue reading I was #Crushin’It…until I wasn’t
I moved into a new building this year. A Grad Students only building. That has relieved a lot of the pressures of living with people I don't know. Undergrads tend to need mothers, and they are usually more interested in the social aspects of college life than the academic ones. This is of course an… Continue reading Dear Deer
Graduate students are always focused on time. When are things due? What meetings do I have today? Do I have time to eat and shower? Can I take an extra job researching or teaching? How many hours do I actually have to invest in everything that I need to do? The answer is there is… Continue reading Be a Planner
The way we look at places sometimes gets distorted. Like the picture above, a pretty room can seem scary. I've moved many times in my adult life. From SC to AL, to CA, back to SC, to MD, to VA, back to AL, to several cities in AL, and lately to MS. This list is… Continue reading A Room of One’s Own
