- At 9:35 AM Supadiscomama said...
Whew! I don't envy you that trip at all--congratulations on surviving it. That picture is absolutely gorgeous--definitely worthy of being your favorite :) I really like your take on Woolf, because time is infinitely more difficult to find than a room. Your plan to finish sounds smart, albeit hard. I wish you great luck. I've also designated this as the year of the dissertation. I hope we're both celebrating come December!
- At 4:28 PM Dissertator with Sproglet said...
I found your site recently and just wanted to say hi and that it’s really nice for me to have you out there struggling with many of the same things I am. My own little sproglet is about 2 weeks older than the Gadlet (who is, as though you need telling, completely adorable), hubby is a 3rd yr tt prof, and I'm a dissertator with about half the text written. I too had the wonderful plan of getting knocked up, and getting most of the dissertation written while engaged in the gestation. Well, shortly after successfully getting myself pregnant, I acquired the sole charge of a class that I’ve never taught before when the faculty member who was supposed to teach it became indisposed, and took it on three days before the start of the semester without so much as an old syllabus to work from. Needless to say, it looks lovely on my CV, but took up enormous amounts of my time, so here I am, trying to write during nap time, but not at all sure I want the job that this PhD will qualify me to have. This particularly rang true with me: “Or MAYBE, just MAYBE I’m weepy and panicked because I’m returning to my dissertation after 2-ish months of being completely away from it and 6-ish months from being mostly away from it. What if it is all crap? What if I can’t do it? What if I’m a better mother than I am dissertator? What if I lose my job? What if I don’t even actually care if I lose my job because I so much prefer being a mother?” The only thing that’s keeping me going at the moment is that I’m insanely sick of being in grad school and insanely sick of my advisor thinking she owns my soul. Anyway, I have every intention of graduating (really graduating and not just walking, because I think that would be the end of all motivation) in June, but the amount of work that has to be done (not to mention the amount of committee cajoling in order to make them play nice) is daunting. So, all of this is just to say, I feel your pain, and I wholeheartedly appreciate your blog. It makes everything a little less isolating and a little better in perspective. So, thanks, and good luck!
- At 1:05 AM spark said...
I'm behind you all the way and you can do it!!
I think one can never hear that enough in one's life, you know?!
I mean it!
- At 1:06 AM aelis said...
Hear hear for the year of the dissertation.
Mine was supposed to be last year, but an unexpected pregnancy and babylicious (exactly one year older-minus ten days- than gadglet) got in the way of THOSE plans. I, too, along with diss-with-sproglet, wanted to chime in at the "MABYE, just MAYBE" paragraph. The weepies over starting over again (and again...) after having succumbed to near-paralysis after finding out I was pregnant keep blindsiding me.
"I can't go on, I must go on" as a refrain is getting somewhat tiresome!