Ancrene Wiseass

A would-be medievalist holds forth on academia, teaching, gender politics, blogging, pop culture, critters, and whatever else comes her way.

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Yes, this really is yet another blog by a disillusioned grad student. I sympathize, but that's just the way it has to be. For hints as to what my bizarre alias means, click here and here and, if needed, here and here. To get a sense of what I'm up to, feel free to check out the sections called "Toward a Wiseass Creed" and "Showings: Some Introductory Wiseassery" in my main blog's left-hand sidebar. Please be aware that spamming, harassing, or otherwise obnoxious comments will be deleted and traced.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Waking up to this again

I finally fell asleep at around 2:30. First light woke me up at quarter to six, just enough to jostle me into consciousness. And within a few seconds, there it was: I've lost my boy. It's just me and a dark room again.

I'll get up and go into campus. What else can I do? My work really is so nearly all I have now, even if it's work that never pays the bills and never seems to get me anywhere. Maybe it will at least serve as a distraction. Even if it's this damn degree that lost him for me. Even if I hate it now more than ever.

They don't tell you this at orientation, kids, but getting a Ph.D. sure as hell can lose you a lot of relationships. And one or two of them might even be worth keeping.