31 May 2008

How do you get yourself to just finish something?

I know what I need to do to finish my PhD. I have some experiments working; I need to get one new technique up and running (but it has been done before in similar labs so it should work, in theory); I need to write a paper; I need to find a job; I need to write my dissertation and defend it. My "class" consists of three women and two men. The other two women will definitely finish by next spring and I REALLY want to. One of them told me that they are both going to push me so we three women can finish together. They both have field seasons, so I told her to give me deadlines of something to have finished by the time they get back.

But right now, the only thing I NEED to do is to make a darn poster of my research for a conference next weekend. I leave one week from tomorrow and gave myself a deadline of tomorrow night to email a draft to my advisor. She has not mentioned the poster at all to me, but then again she never really wanted me to go to this conference anyway. She did inquire about new data Thursday when I was busy trying to get data, but that is as far as her apparent interest in what I have been doing goes.

What have I done today? Went for a run, ran errands, went to lab for 4 hours, played lots of games on Facebook, found some old pictures of my sister's wedding from nine years ago. See, this is me with my hair all teased!I also need to "study" and look up all the scientists who will be at this meeting (two of my old bosses will be!). I know a lot of names because it is an area of research I worked in when I was a technician. I need to work on making my poster relevant to them because I am used to catering to a different crowd. Oiy.

I know I can do it. I just need to DO IT. K. Off to make tiramisu for a barbecue tomorrow.

30 May 2008

Out to Eat

Margarita Fridays are great.

Here is my rant for the day though. [I really need to use this outlet for something other than rants!!!]

We go to the same place for lunch ever couple of weeks, usually when we get paid, and get tex-mex and margaritas. The way the day is going determines the number of margaritas we have. A couple of weeks ago, when my advisor nearly gave me a panic attack, it was a two or three margarita lunch, I do not remember. Today, my friend had a meeting with her advisor, and we really only went out because none of us wanted to eat what we had brought for lunch, so it was only a one margarita lunch.

We always just add the tax and tip together and split that among everyone. Then we add whatever we actually consumed to that and the money always works out. Today the person who did the math for tax and tip and shot a little high, but that was fine with me for two reasons. One, we always have the same waitress and she totally knows us. Two, I split a dish with my friend, and two people got appetizers for their meals today, so I totally intended to leave some extra money for tip because the total on the bill did not reflect the number of people served.

One of the many things I have learned from my parents is to be generous, especially when you are a regular somewhere! Sure, we are only grad students, but if just this one week we leave 22% instead of 15% for tip, is that a problem? People kept adding it up and saying there was too much but no one expected to get any back because they had all added the (high) tax/tip amount to their meal. I said about a gazillion times that if everyone was comfortable with what they put in than it did not matter what the total was, if someone wanted change to take change, and that I had put in a little extra because I had shared a meal and the total did not reflect how many people there were. I really only said it 3 times, but people would not stop trying to figure out who should be getting money back, and I was getting irritated. Really irritated.

Then the one who had done the math for tax and tip made a comment about the tension. Smooth. I did not really care! We may all be hard up for money, but if you do not think you put too much in, let it go and be happy we gave our regular waitress a big tip. Geesh. This was one of those times I felt older than all my grad school friends.

29 May 2008

Becoming a PhD "Candidate"

I think ever since I joined my program, I have put "PhD Candidate" on my CV. Many people will not put that until after they pass their qualifying exam/comprehensive exam/whatever you know it as. Although our department does have a Thesis Masters Program (M.S. versus M.A.), the PhD students have different expectations of them from Day 1, so I feel like I was always a PhD Candidate.

Anyhoo. Even though you come in as a PhD Student, to truly "qualify", at the end of our second year, there is a one-day five-essay exam. You are given a topic list and some of the questions are required and some you are given a choice between two questions to answer. Usually, people say that it was not so bad in retrospect, and they wish they had listened to the upper-level students who said so.

Then in the fall of your third year, you write a grant proposal on what you think you will do for your dissertation. This is helpful to put your whole project in perspective and plan out the next three years. I actually enjoyed this part and rather enjoy writing grants in general (sick, I know). I am lucky, because I have stuck to my proposal relatively closely, but not everyone does, then you have to rewrite. Bleh.

The strange thing is, after that proposal defense, you have no more hard deadlines. You are floating in limbo (or purgatory as I sometimes think of it) until you have enough data, the correct amount of published work, and become pushy enough to get out.

Both myself and the grad student who is a year ahead of me in my lab had a REALLY rough spring after that proposal defense. That was when she most seriously thought about leaving with a master's. That was also right after I had my thyroid removed and I was determined to be healthy. I ate pretty well, got plenty of sleep, took vitamins most days, exercised regularly, and yet was tired alllllll the time. When I found out my thyroid hormone levels were perfect with the replacement hormone and I told my doctor all the healthy stuff I had been doing, she paused, turned her chair around, looked me in the eye, and said, "You know, sometimes depression creeps up on people."

That's it. No follow up. No, "Would you like me to refer you to a therapist to talk things out?" or, "Would you like to talk to me about anything that has been bothering you?" Nope. Nothing.

Now there is a student who is a year behind me in our lab. She finished her proposal late, and I think is now going through that post-proposal slump. She is an international student and had a friend in her home country just pass away. She has not been taking care of herself. She thinks all these aches, pains, indigestion, head congestion, and anything else on any given day are due to allergies. I told her that the spring after the proposal seems to do weird things to people and do not just assume that she can not get out of bed because her allergies are really bad that day.

She has a plan to get to the gym three days a week. Hopefully she will start doing other things to take care of herself too.

Apparently, post-proposal depression is a right of passage. Good times.

28 May 2008

Beads

I have these seed-bead bracelets that my friend sent me when I lived in China and she was in Africa. [She and I have been friends since middle school when we would braid each others' hair in science class.] When she sent me a couple while we were both abroad, I wore them all the time and told my students where they were from and who had sent them. Then I went and visited her in Africa and bought a few more. Here are the bracelets:The blue and white ones are those which my friend sent to me and are the colors of the Senegalese flag. When I went to Africa, I got the other three. I think I bought two of them and then was given one, or traded for a couple. I forget. My favorite part about these bracelets is how it is okay for them not to match!

I wore these bracelets for a looooong time and then took them off for some reason.

I saw my old roommate (the owner to the two black kitties from yesterday's post) over the weekend. She noticed that I am wearing the bracelets again. Then she asked if I had "the others" on too, in a conspiratory manner. "The others" are waist beads. She said how she always thought they were so sexy and she was jealous that she did not have a reason to wear them, but I did. She says she can not wear them because she has not been to Africa. Like I earned them, I suppose. Here they are:
The pink ones I got in Africa and have been broken and remade; I just redid the orange one with the same stretchy thread I have used to remake all of them so that I can take them off and put them on (rather than just leave them on all the time); and the wood one with the blue bead I made at my friend's house in Vermont after she returned from Africa. I like the wood one the best.

I have, in fact, put these waist beads back on too. Just a day before I saw my old roommate actually. They make me stand up a little straighter, I suppose because maybe they do make me feel a little sexy. All part of my attempts to stay happy and think of things outside of grad school. :-)

27 May 2008

Mix music

The undergrad who just left the lab at the end of the semester made a mix CD for each of the grad students. She picked out songs just for us, so each one is different.

Mine is "Jenski's superawesome mix!"

When I listen to a new CD, slowly the lyrics come to me. A line here or a line there will stand out; I will pay closer attention to that song; eventually I will just know the lyrics. These are some that stand out at me right now from the CD.
See the world
Find an old fashioned girl
And when all's been said and done
It's the things that are given, not won
Are the things that you earned
I am the Fourth of July
I'm throwing you a fire in the sky
You could go blind in my light
But you were looking for an orchid
And I will always be
You were looking for a tea light
And I will always be a forest fire
A dandelion...

it's her hair and her eyes today
that just simply take me away
and the feeling that i'm falling further in love
makes me shiver but in a good way
I could keep going, but I think she thought out these mixes too well - I love something about every song. I would also be impressed if anyone knows these songs. This undergrad LOVES music and knows lots of random people.

26 May 2008

I love pictures!

I saw a couple of friends yesterday who asked when I would be going somewhere because they love looking at my pictures on Facebook. I was touched! I am not sure if I have my pictures from Africa on CD anywhere, but I do have a few on my computer. (The discs are probably packed away.) I did start going through the discs on my desk and found some favorites though. I posted the few I have from China before. Here are a couple from Africa. This is me attempting to draw water. Too bad I don't have a picture of me trying to carry a giant bucket of water on my head?!My friend's "niece" and "nephew" (from her Peace Corps host family).Another "nephew".
Me cutting some stuff up for dinner and goofing around with the kids. A village in the country that we hiked up to.And some more favorites I found as I went through the discs. This is a candid of my niece at the beach when she was about 15 months old.And kitty pictures when I lived with my friends with the two cats! This one is fuzzy, unfortunately, but it's my friends' cats watching the water drizzle in the sink.Watching the squirrels...I wish I had taken a picture of them on that rack once a month. If they were to both try to share a space that size now, it soooo wouldn't work.