In the most recent of # just hypermobile girlie things, my PhD work is being interrupted this afternoon bc my shoulder feels so loose and ouchy that I’m having to use my cardigan as a sling, which is in turn making my neck hurt 🙃
Should I order a roll of tape with a custom “if the poster is AI I’m not coming” design that I can slap on terrible posters around town?
No marking was done today… I am incredibly behind… better luck tomorrow?
I also wonder how/if the experience will change once I finish the PhD and am thus maybe still discursively “young” in broader contexts but am no longer a “student” who has prematurely taken on/been given responsibilities that once belonged to full professors
Idk tldr contextual and inconsistent age norms/expectations/self presentations are weird
Thinking about the doubled experience of being an ECR/PhD student, zillennial where 30s isn’t automatically “old”, and single (all thus still “young”) vs my role as a module lead, supervisor, etc to students (thus “old”), esp bc in normal (non failing HE) circumstances, I’d prob still only be a TA…
How am I meant to grade papers on a day like today?
I’m a 1st gen uni student. My mum, nan & godfather sat in Canterbury Cathedral on my graduation day, waiting to *hear my name called out*
It’s such an important, human moment. This college tried to automate and dehumanise it & in doing so, ruined one of the most important days in their lives.