is Assistant
Just two days ago, the results of this University-related thingamajig were announced. I was accepted for assistantship; specialized in literary criticism.
In a single hour, all my long-term plans started to clear out and take shape, and some of my short-term plans were either changed or canceled altogether. Assistantship means all I need is to get accepted by a university abroad with reasonable tuition, and I could get a grant to go do my MA and PhD in an English-speaking country.
Of course, finishing my papers for assistantship means I should forfeit my current MA. This is a must and cannot be avoided, but I do not have any kind of trouble with that whatsoever. The course sucked, anyway. We learned nothing in syntax, semantics and pragmatics all year long, and the colleagues were a bunch of girls who cannot differentiate between university life and their own kind of people in their social lives. They were childish, foolish, un-academic, inarticulate, foolish, dumb, childish and oh so very un-academic; and while that was to my advantage, it didn't help me feel the worth of what I was doing.
One of our doctors, head of the English department, said they've been trying to get the ones responsible for making this kind of decision give those who decide to only do the first, course-part, of their MA, and not the dissertation, a Diploma certificate instead of nothing, but there doesn't seem to be any kind of response to that request.
Anyway, I will not consider a year's time wasted on this useless course to be quite useless. The kind of pressure I had to face in the second term can serve as an introduction into MA life, which is in turn a miniature PhD life. Experience is never useless.
In a single hour, all my long-term plans started to clear out and take shape, and some of my short-term plans were either changed or canceled altogether. Assistantship means all I need is to get accepted by a university abroad with reasonable tuition, and I could get a grant to go do my MA and PhD in an English-speaking country.
Of course, finishing my papers for assistantship means I should forfeit my current MA. This is a must and cannot be avoided, but I do not have any kind of trouble with that whatsoever. The course sucked, anyway. We learned nothing in syntax, semantics and pragmatics all year long, and the colleagues were a bunch of girls who cannot differentiate between university life and their own kind of people in their social lives. They were childish, foolish, un-academic, inarticulate, foolish, dumb, childish and oh so very un-academic; and while that was to my advantage, it didn't help me feel the worth of what I was doing.
One of our doctors, head of the English department, said they've been trying to get the ones responsible for making this kind of decision give those who decide to only do the first, course-part, of their MA, and not the dissertation, a Diploma certificate instead of nothing, but there doesn't seem to be any kind of response to that request.
Anyway, I will not consider a year's time wasted on this useless course to be quite useless. The kind of pressure I had to face in the second term can serve as an introduction into MA life, which is in turn a miniature PhD life. Experience is never useless.