Hello again. As I was sitting in lab I realized that I have not posted in a bit. Not having a laptop can put a real damper on your internet life 8(
So, this is the last week of classes in the Fall semester. I have one 15-20 page paper due next Wednesday, one take-home final exam due next Friday, one final exam on the 17th, as well as two tests to proctor. It seems that the past couple of months have gone by in a flash (and I am not the only one who has noticed it). Being in graduate school means that you are always doing something, and that time disappears before you can blink. I just hope that when I reach a ripe old age that I don't regret spending so much time on these things.
Speaking of spending time on academic pursuits, next semester I begin the treacherous process of studying for my preliminary examinations. In my PhD program, in order to move on to my dissertation, I must pass a two day assault. A gauntlet of written and oral defense. Four professors that I choose will give me lists of topics to know inside and out. From January to September I will study day in and day out, hoping to be a master of behavioral neuroscience by the time I stand before them and explain my written answers. I've already started making flash cards for the main textbook I need to know. But, once I put in eight months of hard work, I will be one step closer to my degree - and to being called "doctor" rather than just being a lowly grad student.
Now, the question of the day: At what point do you say to someone that has a mental illness, "Your behavior isn't your choice but not getting treatment is, and it is time for you to get help so that your behavior stops getting worse"?
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