first impressions of Vancity, UBC, and grad school
So where to start.
I'm in Vancouver. Or Vancity (as the locals call it). I suppose that is an appropriate place to start. And yes, I like it here. Although I don't feel like I've been here long enough to pass a proper judgment. The mountains and ocean may be the most breathtaking thing I've ever seen.
School has been a whirlwind so far. It feels like I am always reading which I like... and I don't... all at the same time. I am in the same classes with what appears at this timely juncture of ten days seems like a truly rockin' group of people. The graduate program in political science has a real sense of community here which I appreciate. And the fact that my current friends here mirror my friends in other places. Or maybe I just frame it all that way in my mind to make myself feel more at home.
I've also been spending a lot of time doing random administrative stuff that comes with getting settled in a new school.
My program here is a one year program. So I am already applying to doctoral programs. I could be starting my doctorate next summer. Which I don't feel like I am smart/old/other accomplished adjective enough to do. This all means I am most likely not coming home next summer as I need to write my Masters thesis or if I do, I will be writing and certainly not working at the Fort. The longer I am away from there, the closer I get to the person I want to be.
I have reconcilled myself to the fact that I am an academic and that is what I need to do as my job. I shouldn't be taking off four months a year to go and play fur trade. And I don't really want to do that anymore.
Oh, my department is in the ghetto. Temporarily. While they build us a new pretty department. Opening after I am gone.
I took some pictures of my College (where I am living) and wanted to post them here. But forgot my cord at home so when it gets here I will post said photos.
Socially, I have been spending a good deal of time with three political science master's students. Namely two political theorists and a recovering Canadian politics student. They are fun. We drink beer and wine and talk about Heidegger. It is my dream world where people are like me. It's a litte too utopian and ideal for nothing to go horribly wrong. I'll keep you posted when the shit is destined to the hit the fan.
The more I think about it, the more I think the Weakerthans were writing about graduate schools and the experience of having all your friends grow up and me clinging to my studenthood. Venemently.
I'm in Vancouver. Or Vancity (as the locals call it). I suppose that is an appropriate place to start. And yes, I like it here. Although I don't feel like I've been here long enough to pass a proper judgment. The mountains and ocean may be the most breathtaking thing I've ever seen.
School has been a whirlwind so far. It feels like I am always reading which I like... and I don't... all at the same time. I am in the same classes with what appears at this timely juncture of ten days seems like a truly rockin' group of people. The graduate program in political science has a real sense of community here which I appreciate. And the fact that my current friends here mirror my friends in other places. Or maybe I just frame it all that way in my mind to make myself feel more at home.
I've also been spending a lot of time doing random administrative stuff that comes with getting settled in a new school.
My program here is a one year program. So I am already applying to doctoral programs. I could be starting my doctorate next summer. Which I don't feel like I am smart/old/other accomplished adjective enough to do. This all means I am most likely not coming home next summer as I need to write my Masters thesis or if I do, I will be writing and certainly not working at the Fort. The longer I am away from there, the closer I get to the person I want to be.
I have reconcilled myself to the fact that I am an academic and that is what I need to do as my job. I shouldn't be taking off four months a year to go and play fur trade. And I don't really want to do that anymore.
Oh, my department is in the ghetto. Temporarily. While they build us a new pretty department. Opening after I am gone.
I took some pictures of my College (where I am living) and wanted to post them here. But forgot my cord at home so when it gets here I will post said photos.
Socially, I have been spending a good deal of time with three political science master's students. Namely two political theorists and a recovering Canadian politics student. They are fun. We drink beer and wine and talk about Heidegger. It is my dream world where people are like me. It's a litte too utopian and ideal for nothing to go horribly wrong. I'll keep you posted when the shit is destined to the hit the fan.
The more I think about it, the more I think the Weakerthans were writing about graduate schools and the experience of having all your friends grow up and me clinging to my studenthood. Venemently.