03.27.08

after the storm

Posted in general tagged , at 1:31 pm by gradmommy

I’ve been having a not-so-great week, with my bike being stolen and a family member passing away and being upset over some comments from a professor and TA. And it’s supposed to be Spring Break and I feel I’ve gotten anything but a break. So, as I was driving to get a needed drink with a friend, what should I run into but this:

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The proverbial rainbow after the storm. Maybe the universe if trying to tell me something. This will likely be my last post until mid-week next week. I am traveling to the east coast for the funeral early Saturday morning and won’t be returning until Tuesday night. See ya laterz!

03.25.08

somebody stole my bike

Posted in education tagged , at 6:07 pm by gradmommy

And I am PISSED. In the span of 20 minutes between leaving my house to pick up my children and my husband arriving home from work, somebody stole my bike. AND they left another bike in its place. Yes, I said ANOTHER BIKE IN ITS PLACE. Like they weren’t really stealing just trading.  I am so f$*king mad right now. The screaming kid does not even come CLOSE to this. I think I need some ice cream.

03.24.08

Twos are Terrible

Posted in being a grad mommy, my children at 7:18 pm by gradmommy

I was going to post about this article that I first saw on Alas, A Blog, but then it was time for bed for my two year old. We’ve been going through it the past few weeks, with refusing to go to bed and then waking at extreme hours of the morning. So, since they were home with me today, I tried to re-establish the bedtime routine and make naps productive, as I had the feeling that he was quite over-tired these past few days. So the nap went great, no crazy crying and he slept for two hours. That was from 12:30 – 2:30pm. Then around 7, I started the bedtime routine of bath, teeth brushing, reading two books, and then lights out. He seemed to go down okay, allowed me to put the blanket on him and give him a kiss goodnight. I was able to leave the room, walk downstairs, sit down, and then BAM!! We hear him run across the floor to his room, switch on the light, and start SCREAMING at the top of his lungs. He’s been going strong for the last 20 minutes, perhaps with one minute breaks here and there. He’s opening all the drawers in the room, probably just tearin’ up. Just when you think he’s stopped, it starts again. Last night, he went an hour at 3:30am.

But I don’t know what to do, and it’s really bothering me. I am exhausted, and I’m MEAN when I’m really tired. Every little thing gets under my skin. On top of that, he screams like somebody’s killing him. I often think, living in this community with lots of crunchy granola moms (that’s not an insult, I love these moms), that somebody is going to think I’m just the worst mother ever. And maybe I should be concerned about him since he’s screaming like this, but I am 105% sure that there’s NOTHING wrong with him except that he’s not doing what HE WANTS to be doing right now.

This screaming happened earlier today too, when my husband came home and I needed an hour nap due to last night’s shenanigans. He acted a fool trying to come upstairs with me, and when he did, he just wanted to be in the bed with me, although he wouldn’t sleep, which was the point of me going upstairs. So since he interrupted my nap – it actually never happened – I’m probably just double pissed that I can’t actually go to sleep because I have this crazy thing where I cannot sleep if my children are crying. My husband has no problem.

Well, as I’ve been writing this, it sounds as if he’s given it up and gone to bed. The light is still on – I’m afraid to open the door to turn it off cause it will probably just start him off again. My husband will do it later. So I guess all is okay since it’s only 8:12pm. But I wanted to be in bed at 7:30pm. Hopefully he’s sleep all night. Cause this is really not going to work when the quarter begins. Not. Going. To. Work. Thanks for listening to my ramblings which I am sure are all over the place cause I’m really tired.

03.21.08

“I got some mon-ey…I got some mon-ey…”

Posted in being a grad mommy tagged , , at 5:26 am by gradmommy

Yay!! I just saw that our tax refund has been deposited into our account! It’s 6:24 in the morning and without further delay I will be ordering my washer and dryer! I am so excited I can hardly write! I love exclamation points!

03.20.08

the real deal

Posted in being a grad mommy, my children tagged , at 2:37 pm by gradmommy

So much for my hiatus. I saw this letter from Shamus Khan to the readers of scatterplot on my blog reader as I was surfing the net while using my pump. It’s about academics being real people with real problems and insecurities and doing things real people do.  Today I was writing up the paper for my interview study of mothers, and I thought, “Hey, I should do a gradmommy version.” ‘Cause so often we as mothers think that we have to be perfect and all together and whatnot when things really ain’t that rosy. So here is Shamus’s letter, edited to make it the graduate mother’s version:

 1.) My kids watch television. A lot of it, although I do strive to make sure it’s age appropriate. I make no apologies about this. It does not make me a worse academic mother or a worse person.

2.) I sometimes think about quitting. More than sometimes really. Often it is daily. This does not mean (and I stress DOES NOT mean) that I hate sociology motherhood, or my work kids (although at times I do resent both). It just means I’m human. For all its rewards, our job is taxing. Particularly taxing is the sense that I am never done. Motherhood is exhausting and I don’t like being tired. This makes me want to quit. And while I cannot entertain the idea, I do daydream about it often.

3.) I wish I could take days off. Sometimes, though, I do take afternoons multiple consecutive days off. I am not necessarily doing anything productive on these days (I am not bettering myself by going to parenting classes art museums or even exercising traveling around Europe). Sometimes I choose not to leave my apartment on these days. I order in food and watch movies or catch up on watching grown people TV that is not Elmo (see #1).

4.) I feel anxious about my work almost all the time. That it’s not good enough. That my children will grow up to be maladjusted adults. That they’ll hate me for something I did to them during their childhood. That I’m a fraud. That if they gave out licenses to be parents I wouldn’t get one. That I should be doing more of it by spending more time with my kids. That it will never be done and I will be tired for the rest of my life (see #2).

I KNOW there are mothers who feel the way that I do. So, like Shamus, I am here to say that you are not alone. Of course it’s not smart to air this in such a public forum, but I don’t care about being smart anymore. I care about being honest. Cause when it comes down to the come down, nobody cares how smart you are. All that matters is that you did your best. I hope my kids understand that one day.

on haitus till next week

Posted in being a grad mommy tagged at 5:56 am by gradmommy

Not sure who out there actually reads this besides the friends I talk to everyday, but I’m on a hiatus until at least Monday. The end of the quarter is kicking my behind.

03.18.08

YES…WE…CAN speak truth to power

Posted in news commentary, politics tagged , , at 8:23 am by gradmommy

How proud I am today of Senator Barak Obama. How much I want this man to win the Nomination and then the Presidency. I want to cry at the prospect, dance through the aisles of the supermarket, lift up my voice and make a joyful noise. For I have not yet heard ANY politician be this honest, this truthful, this…real about what many of us are thinking and feeling. Is he perfect? No. He’s a man brought up in the United States that has said some sexist crap and is a little too sarcastic for my taste. But is he the best thing going in this country right now? Absolutely. Please check out his speech on race from today in Philadelphia (how I wish I was home!) And read the text of the speech – let’s stop relying on the media to give us the full story instead of just sound bites.

I will post here a passage that I love (but again – read the whole thing for yourself!!!):

“For the African-American community, that path means embracing the burdens of our past without becoming victims of our past. It means continuing to insist on a full measure of justice in every aspect of American life. But it also means binding our particular grievances – for better health care, and better schools, and better jobs – to the larger aspirations of all Americans — the white woman struggling to break the glass ceiling, the white man whose been laid off, the immigrant trying to feed his family. And it means taking full responsibility for own lives – by demanding more from our fathers, and spending more time with our children, and reading to them, and teaching them that while they may face challenges and discrimination in their own lives, they must never succumb to despair or cynicism; they must always believe that they can write their own destiny.

In the white community, the path to a more perfect union means acknowledging that what ails the African-American community does not just exist in the minds of black people; that the legacy of discrimination – and current incidents of discrimination, while less overt than in the past – are real and must be addressed. Not just with words, but with deeds – by investing in our schools and our communities; by enforcing our civil rights laws and ensuring fairness in our criminal justice system; by providing this generation with ladders of opportunity that were unavailable for previous generations. It requires all Americans to realize that your dreams do not have to come at the expense of my dreams; that investing in the health, welfare, and education of black and brown and white children will ultimately help all of America prosper.”

 YES…WE…CAN!!!

03.17.08

go gradmommy…it’s your birthday, we gonna party like it’s your birthday, we gonna sip bacardi like it’s your birthday…

Posted in general tagged at 8:42 am by gradmommy

I wanted to start this on a positive note because today is my birthday and I should be happy. And I am, in a general sense.

But this week is gonna suck. And I wanted to call this post “It’s my Birthday and I’ll cry if I want to…” Because I have a final to take today. And then two papers to write by the end of the week.

But I shall remain positive because the good Lord did not have to give me yet another year on this Earth. So for that I am eternally grateful. I am living my dream of pursuing a worthy career, raising my two beautiful children, and spending my life with the perfect partner for me. So farewell 26, hello 27 – officially I’m in my “late” 20s. Who’da thunk it?

P.S. Yes, I am a St. Patty’s Day baby. And I did my obligatory drinking on Saturday night at karaoke. Thanks to everyone who came out and made my birthday celebration a night I will never forget!

03.14.08

ain’t this the truth

Posted in being a grad mommy at 3:06 pm by gradmommy

h/t belle at law and letters

it’s so true i’m too tired to even comment on it.

Timothy Burke on Grad School:

Should I go to graduate school?

Short answer: no.

Long answer: maybe, but only if you have some glimmering of what you are about to do to yourself. Undergraduates coming out of liberal arts institutions are particularly vulnerable to ignorance in this regard. For four years, they’ve been asked to take chances, experiment, change course when it suits them, freely enrich their minds and their hearts. Most such students then approach careers with something of the same spirit, and generally, they should. Take some chances after you graduate, try different things. Why not?

Just don’t try graduate school in an academic subject with the same spirit of carefree experimention. Medical school, sure. Law school, no problem. But a Ph.D in an academic field? Forget it. If you take one step down that path, I promise you, it’ll hurt like blazes to get off, even if you’re sure that you want to quit after only one year.

Two years in, and quitting will be like gnawing your own leg off.

Past that, and you’re talking therapy and life-long bitterness.

It’s not because academia is so great that anyone denied it is forever shattered. Don’t get me wrong: as one of the lucky few to get into a tenure-track position, I am loving it. Every day is a hoot: this is a truly privileged situation. I love my job, and my job is my life, or a big part of it. But the problem here is that academia is also insidious. If its peculiar subculture suits your personality and your skills, then grad school is worth enduring.

If you and academic life are a mismatch, then grad school won’t help you discover that. It will just confuse you even more.

What you need to know first is that graduate school will almost inevitably suck. A lucky few have a great time. They’re the exception. For most, it will hurt. It will be humiliating. If you have suckled off the mother’s milk of the approval of your teachers until the point you arrive for your first graduate seminar, get ready to have a professor dislike you for no other reason than he or she disagrees with you. It won’t matter that you do all the work and do it well. You’ll be treated like a colleague inasmuch as you will be subject to the bruising ideological, intellectual and social conflicts that characterize academic life. Your views and actions will be taken seriously in that sense. But they’ll be taken seriously at exactly the moment that you most lack any platform to stand upon, when you lack any independent profile outside of your relationships with your professors and your discipline.

No one is going to pat you on the head and tell you how wonderfully smart you are for sassing them anymore.

That time of your life is over.

Graduate school is not about learning. If you learn things, it’s only because you’ve already internalized the habit of learning, only because you make the effort on your own and in concert with fellow graduate students. You learn because that’s what you do now, that’s your life. Don’t go into it expecting to extend the kinds of heathily collaborative relationships you have had to date with your teachers and don’t go into it expecting to extend the kinds of educational nurturing you have had to date. Graduate school is not education. It is socialization. It is about learning to behave, about mastering a rhetorical and discursive etiquette as mind-blowingly arcane as table manners at a state dinner in 19th Century Western Europe.

Graduate school is cotillion for eggheads.

For all these reasons, graduate school is not something you want to experiment with. Think heroin–this is your brain, this is your brain on graduate school. Think Al Pacino in “Godfather 3″–just when you think you are out, you will be sucked back in again. Academia, especially in the humanities and the social sciences, is a total culture. It colonizes most aspects of your life. You are never not an academic–the little mental tape recorder is on all the time, or it had better be if you want to be good at this life. Anything is grist for my mill as a teacher and a scholar, and that is as it should be. Graduate school is, if anything, even more totalizing than this. It gets into your pores.

Somewhere in the back of your head, your dissertation or your oral exams will be burrowing outwards through your brain tissue with incisors of fear.

If you decide in your first year that it is not for you–indeed, suppose you conclude that you’re better than all of this, a broader, richer thinker who can’t be constrained by the ivory tower–you will still have to deal with the nagging fear that somehow, some way, you just weren’t good enough, that you couldn’t cut the mustard. That fear will almost certainly be wrong. Perseverance can get most students through graduate school. You should feel good about how well you know yourself if you decide to quit. But academia is a total culture. It changes your standards for what is good and what is bad, what is smart and what is dumb.

Independently evaluating academic life from within its confines is a near-impossibility.

Past your second year of study, you will no longer know how to. I don’t think you can again until you have finished and come out the other side with a Ph.D. I feel like I’ve got perspective again now, but it takes time and distance–and the clarity that comes from making it all the way through. If you quit in between, even when it is right and proper that you do so, even when you should feel triumphantly scornful of all academia has to offer you personally, your own yardsticks for achievement will have been so altered that you will spend years exorcising all the little spectres of doubt that follow you away from the ivy walls.

All of these dire warnings don’t even touch on the overwhelming issue of the job market.

That’s a whole different kettle of fish, and equally troubling, and potentially an equal disincentive to pursue academic training at this time. A Ph.D in the humanities is useful for one thing only these days, and that’s being an academic. I don’t think that is the way it should be, and I hope reforms will be possible in the near future. But that is the way it is for the moment. Take this issue seriously as well, but consider it independently from the other challenges that graduate work presents.

If you’re thinking you might want to pick up that Ph.D., then be sure before you apply. Take time away from college. That will tell you how much you want to be back in this life. Love your subject well before you ever start, because that passion will be tested mightily.

03.12.08

you know you’re a grad student when…

Posted in being a grad mommy tagged , at 8:18 am by gradmommy

For the first time since my freshman year in college ten years ago, I just pulled a damn-near all-nighter. This time was pretty much by choice, though. I have an assignment due Friday, a final on Monday, and a research paper and research proposal due next Friday. The Friday assignment is a major time suck with seemingly little variation in grade no matter how much work you put into it, so a friend and I just grinded it out yesterday so that we can focus on the other stuff that’s a bit more consequential to our future-grad-student selves. I probably could have gotten more sleep, but when I got home, I figured I needed to do some stuff around the house so that I could feel like I was pulling my weight. My hubby was home by himself with the kids all night; I didn’t even see them before they went to bed. So I washed dishes and cleaned the kitchen and began folding clothes that were washed two days ago but still sitting in piles in the office. But then the baby woke up about 3:30am looking for food, so I pretty much had to get into the bed with her. I slept until 6:00am, took a shower, and took her with me to Starbucks* for a venti soy sugar-free hazelnut latte just so I could stay awake to drive. When I got back, my son was awake, he ate and got dressed, and we headed out. Now it’s 9am and I’m back here trying to decide what to do. Do I sleep, or just keep at it? I have a pretty full day after noon, but I also have lots of work to still complete. It’s most likely a non-issue – I can literally feel the caffeine speeding through my veins. This whole experience has kinda made me sad, as I thought I was past these types of experiences. But then I remember OW of scatterplot fame posting about pulling an all-nighter and realized maybe it doesn’t end if you want to be thorough about your work. And it’s not every night, so I guess it’s just like my hubby says, “You know you’re a real grad student when… “

* I know that some will be offended by my patronage of Starbucks.  But it’s the closest coffee shop to my house, I always get what I want in terms of quality, and the baristas know my name and my children. So I like it. Who cares what you think.

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