The woes of an aspiring academic
Just joined a community called virgule. Now I'm feeling kinda like a dork because I'm not a real academic, but a wannabe one. What I mean is, I don't have a degree, and I find it very uncool. People are flaunting calls for papers and deadlines for panel discussion proposals, it's like "OMG are U gonna go 2 ICFA, cuz liek im goin & we could totally hang out!"
AND I WANT TO BE A PART OF IT!!!
*sniffle* Why don't I have a degree..? It's like I'm the most uncool person on earth, no, the most uncool person alive ever. I want a degree so bad! And typing stuff like this isn't going to help.
So, I thought I'd write a paper on how the image of working womens bodies has changed from the start of the 20th centure to today, focusing on the working shoujo. This will be 2,5 credits. It'll totally be 2,5 credits I'll be closer to a degree, or actually not, since I wouldn't really need my majors credits. Aww, fuck. This Summer's going to go to applying for the transfer and I so won't even be getting it so why the fuck even bother and I won't get anything else done. Aww, man. Now I'm depressed.
You know, if I wasn't such a hopeless loser, there's a symposium here in the Fall that I could apply to speak at. But I'm not sure that they'd even consider some chump who doesn't even have a degree. Or like, if the deadline for proposals hadn't been yesterday...
AND I WANT TO BE A PART OF IT!!!
*sniffle* Why don't I have a degree..? It's like I'm the most uncool person on earth, no, the most uncool person alive ever. I want a degree so bad! And typing stuff like this isn't going to help.
So, I thought I'd write a paper on how the image of working womens bodies has changed from the start of the 20th centure to today, focusing on the working shoujo. This will be 2,5 credits. It'll totally be 2,5 credits I'll be closer to a degree, or actually not, since I wouldn't really need my majors credits. Aww, fuck. This Summer's going to go to applying for the transfer and I so won't even be getting it so why the fuck even bother and I won't get anything else done. Aww, man. Now I'm depressed.
You know, if I wasn't such a hopeless loser, there's a symposium here in the Fall that I could apply to speak at. But I'm not sure that they'd even consider some chump who doesn't even have a degree. Or like, if the deadline for proposals hadn't been yesterday...