April Scientiae: We Rise Up
Overcoming challenges. Being challenged to overcome. This is the topic for April's edition of Scientiae, and I received an overwhelming response of your varied tales of challenge and triumph. Further proof that all of us are capable of facing our problems head-on and growing into wiser, more competent people. So, dear readers, get yourself a glass of wine, or whiskey, or Kool-Aid, and sit back and relax, because you have a lot of reading to do.
I'd like to start the carnival off with an entry from new blogger Curious Computer, who has actually started a blog in response to this month's carnival prompt! Curious Computer dislikes writing, and tells us:
Can I really just be scared of turning thoughts into written word? Because if I am scared of writing then, by my personal creed, I must write. And so, I reverse the Scientiae theme by challenging myself to overcome this fear of writing, by committing to at least two blog posts a week until I submit my thesis. I love a good challenge.
I've tried to organize this month's submissions into several mini-themes, and one of my favorites comes in the form of "Self-Improvement". Here we have a group of ladies who recognized that some of their internal personality traits were holding them back, and they set out to change their stubborn ways in order to improve themselves and the way they handle their science.
Microbiologist XX submitted an exceptional post on the departmental challenges she experienced as a young graduate student and the bitterness that developed within her. She tells us that she walked around with a stick up her ass, even though her life and her science were good. One day she realized that:
I was miserable, but why? I was in the Ph.D. program and doing well, so what the fuck was my problem? I was the problem. Holding onto all of those negative feelings and constantly reminding myself of every misfortune that I encountered was making me unhappy and I needed to stop.
I discovered that there are STUPID PEOPLE out there. And I had to WORK with those people. And I hated it. I thought I did better work on my own, which was largely true. I thought I could get it done quicker myself, which I could.
So I may not have overcome the challenge directly with my committee, but I did overcome my fear and inhibition. I'd say I even learned a skill, and now I'm much more comfortable dealing with the interpersonal parts of doing science.
This experience was my first, hard lesson that life is not a meritocracy, that it's not enough for you to just do good work. I learned that I have to be my own best advocate.
[These] good-hearted, insightful and resourceful people in positions of power... recognized that in this young woman making all sorts of mistakes there was a good scientist struggling to get out, and they went way out of their way to help me succeed.
I am convinced having "family" is a critical component of graduate school: you MUST have people who can really help you when you are desolate, lost, full of self-loathing, who can help you put yourself back together.
The end of a PhD is a written thesis, evidence of work completed, not what and how we, as students struggled with and overcame. The PhD is littered with small and big acomodadors. An acomodador is, as described by Paulo Coelho in his book, The Zahir, "a giving up point...an event in our lives that is responsible for us failing to progress... [it] can make cowards of us and prevent us from moving on." Thanks to much love and care, small packages of kindnesses, wisdom, and play from friends, I found the courage to keep going and finally finish the dissertation.
I don't have any misconceptions that I "overcame" anything. I left, and I left before I completely lost it… I also have a much more realistic sense of my personal capabilities and boundaries.
I focused on what I knew would help to make me whole again: a fulfilling research program… And I found that my work, my efforts, my thoughts, could help me be healthy, could help me recover.
When I am not too upset by the whole situation, I know that this really crappy dissertating experience will in the end make me more sure of myself as an independent scholar, and will make me more able to take rejections and criticisms of my ideas in the future.
I believe I'm just starting my venture into my "hell", and can only hope that I can come back relatively unscathed and with a new career that fits.
My story is different, because nothing bad actually happened to me- it was a challenging and tough time, but the outcome was a very good one.
Chaos is going to come out of all of this looking like a superstar because I somehow managed to.
I know that’s a pretty standard fire - the fire of getting the goddamn PhD - but it was pretty damn firey. ..But I suppose it made me stronger. Where “stronger” = “done.”
By the time I started a post-grad in Psychology by distance education - I could no longer sleep on my right-hand side… You ignore these things. You have deadlines…
Did that year make me a better scientist? Arguably, no. Do I have a clear idea of what my priorities in life are? Yes. I value my career in science, but not to the exclusion of all else. This may come across as a lack of dedication to some, but their lives don't count upon my well-being.
The important thing is not to win but to not give up and leave a situation when you are not ready… [and to] realise that it is not always about you but rather a bunch of things that collide and will affect you.
Students said they expected it to be easy, but when other professors called it "Shake and Bake," I didn't have full control over the students' expectations.
While all this hassle may prove to be the connection that I’m looking for, and while it is very interesting, I’m also on a deadline.
That bad times pass, that keeping going when things look bleak is better than holing up, and that a disaster is not always the end of a project.
I'm not even a year into this tenure-track gig, but I have to say I am appalled at the amount of bureaucracy and service work that goes into the job (even though I am pretty protected from service!). It does not make sense that I spend entire days filling out forms and paperwork.
The moral of this story is to never lose sight of one's scientific goals, no matter how many obstacles are encountered on the route to achieving those goals, and to persist and persist and persist until one either achieves those goals or it becomes clear that the goals are genuinely not attainable.
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