Desperately Seeking Snoozing
Friday: The SSHRC research grant application was due. Ouch. I needed to fill out a 10 page application, get two references, transcripts and a thesis proposal (2 pages).
Problem: I haven't been assigned an advisor. No one knows what I want to write and research. I don't even know. I have a very broad idea - about Eastern Europe - but that's a lot of countries to cover.
In a couple of days I finished the application, did the research, came up with sources and wrote not only the background information about the topic but also included the methodology.
Let's just say in 10 hours I had it done. I feel so proud of myself for not backing out. I've hit the wall numerously, but stuck through it. I'm not sure what my chances are of getting the scholarship. But I'm proud of myself for filling out the application. It will be looked at by the school of journalism first, if need be, revisions will be made and then forwarded to the grad student association who then forward to the Canadian government. Huge process and somewhere down this line someone might say, no this isn't good enough.
Keep your fingers crossed. I'm proud that I did it. I didn't back out. I finished writing it at 2:30 a.m. and the next day had my very first official school year coffee. Another pat on the back.
Now - something amazing happened in class.
Last week, we had to come up with a news story and have it done by 9 a.m. Saturday. Remember? Friday we got it back with comments. I only had one comment: "Nice. Newsy." I was afraid the prof was going to rip apart my article! I thought my lead wasn't objective enough. I feel like I need to talk to her and find out more information. I feel like I need her to rip it apart so I can find fault with my work and work on it.
I am starting to feel like I might actually succeed. Maybe there is a reason why I am here. Cause I am smart and I do belong in this program.
I crashed at 4 p.m. during an internship orientation / presentation. Ouch.
I got home and slept for two hours.
Problem: I haven't been assigned an advisor. No one knows what I want to write and research. I don't even know. I have a very broad idea - about Eastern Europe - but that's a lot of countries to cover.
In a couple of days I finished the application, did the research, came up with sources and wrote not only the background information about the topic but also included the methodology.
Let's just say in 10 hours I had it done. I feel so proud of myself for not backing out. I've hit the wall numerously, but stuck through it. I'm not sure what my chances are of getting the scholarship. But I'm proud of myself for filling out the application. It will be looked at by the school of journalism first, if need be, revisions will be made and then forwarded to the grad student association who then forward to the Canadian government. Huge process and somewhere down this line someone might say, no this isn't good enough.
Keep your fingers crossed. I'm proud that I did it. I didn't back out. I finished writing it at 2:30 a.m. and the next day had my very first official school year coffee. Another pat on the back.
Now - something amazing happened in class.
Last week, we had to come up with a news story and have it done by 9 a.m. Saturday. Remember? Friday we got it back with comments. I only had one comment: "Nice. Newsy." I was afraid the prof was going to rip apart my article! I thought my lead wasn't objective enough. I feel like I need to talk to her and find out more information. I feel like I need her to rip it apart so I can find fault with my work and work on it.
I am starting to feel like I might actually succeed. Maybe there is a reason why I am here. Cause I am smart and I do belong in this program.
I crashed at 4 p.m. during an internship orientation / presentation. Ouch.
I got home and slept for two hours.
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