I am not actually strong enough to keep out a tiny moment of autobiographical tedium, but the genre of the blog lives on this and I feel I can be forgiven anyway, circumstances being what they are.
A brief summary of the symphony book-sale pickings.
In keeping with the slightly confessional nature of this blog, I will confess an irrational character trait. I experience a visceral anxiety about book sales. If you were expecting something darker, or more obscene, I’m sorry to disappoint, I’m just not that complex.
Without going into inappropriate detail, events have conspired such that I am called upon to write a 500 word summary of my recent MA work and ‘other accomplishments’ during the course. I’m happy to write about the thesis, I have plenty of practice, and I’m rather proud of it. I am less enthusiastic about the rest.
This is a short entry, of the non-academic anxiety variety, because it is so easy to write about my current worries than it is to write about something other people may actually care about.
People who work in higher education are dependent on ‘external validation’ as a measure of status and success. This means that you are only as good as others think you are. This measure starts at the undergraduate level but most students don’t need to worry about it until you consider grad-school.