Note of absence.
It's been a while since I've had the freedom to indulge in giving vent to my thoughts on the intrawebs. For those that stare at this blog as their sole means of entertainment through the day, I duly apologise. For those who hardly stop by (or not at all), well, fuck you. One should also notice that I use "intrawebs" instead of "internet." Yeah, I'm cool like that.
For those still in doubt, let me assure you that a lot was happening in the last 6 weeks which kept this blogger away. Firstly, there were term papers to be submitted: 7 of them, all around 5,000 words (give or take a few) of original research, I kid you not! By the time I emerged from the ordeal of reading, writing, rewriting, footnoting, reading some more and throwing my hands up in despair having discovered that there was so much I'd failed to include in my papers, I'd learnt to tell time in three exciting new ways, and my pinkies were twitching with the sensation of a cell-phone vibration.
Secondly, I had exams to take, and they magically commenced a week from the day that term-paper madness was resolved. All's well that ends well, though, and so I know that my finals have been horrible. They ended today with a train-wreck of a French paper which has left me with thoughts of my first ever F and a supplementary to take in August. I wish I could say that what did me in were the fine points of Camus' philosophy which are, indeed, hard to decipher in English, much less elaborate in French. However, it was only a regulation, elementary French exam, in which I could not even differentiate between a pronom possessif and a pronom demonstratif.
There were interesting developments too. An organisation in DC to which I'd forgotten I'd applied for an internship had conveniently forgotten to let me know that they "can't accommodate me this summer." Bah, what else is new? I did get in touch with a very nice professor in California as part of the APSA Mentoring Initiative who should, over the coming months, sugar-coat all my failures to traverse the RTU. I signed up for the UGC's NET, which is a written exam that qualifies test-takers to teach in Indian universities should they pass: so, if you qualify for Lecturership, you've got some slick jizz, and if you also qualify for a Junior Research Fellowship, you're hot piss! The test's on the 29th of June, so I've got some time to underprepare for it. I was also invited to a seminar in DC, which I should be able to attend if some generous benefactors purchase a ticket for me.
Finally, I'm thankful to the great archiving efforts of Google, which have now allowed for this blog to be returned through searches, though one must take care to use quotes. And with that, I'm back to confer my deference to theory and my condescension to the world. Ciao!
For those still in doubt, let me assure you that a lot was happening in the last 6 weeks which kept this blogger away. Firstly, there were term papers to be submitted: 7 of them, all around 5,000 words (give or take a few) of original research, I kid you not! By the time I emerged from the ordeal of reading, writing, rewriting, footnoting, reading some more and throwing my hands up in despair having discovered that there was so much I'd failed to include in my papers, I'd learnt to tell time in three exciting new ways, and my pinkies were twitching with the sensation of a cell-phone vibration.
Secondly, I had exams to take, and they magically commenced a week from the day that term-paper madness was resolved. All's well that ends well, though, and so I know that my finals have been horrible. They ended today with a train-wreck of a French paper which has left me with thoughts of my first ever F and a supplementary to take in August. I wish I could say that what did me in were the fine points of Camus' philosophy which are, indeed, hard to decipher in English, much less elaborate in French. However, it was only a regulation, elementary French exam, in which I could not even differentiate between a pronom possessif and a pronom demonstratif.
There were interesting developments too. An organisation in DC to which I'd forgotten I'd applied for an internship had conveniently forgotten to let me know that they "can't accommodate me this summer." Bah, what else is new? I did get in touch with a very nice professor in California as part of the APSA Mentoring Initiative who should, over the coming months, sugar-coat all my failures to traverse the RTU. I signed up for the UGC's NET, which is a written exam that qualifies test-takers to teach in Indian universities should they pass: so, if you qualify for Lecturership, you've got some slick jizz, and if you also qualify for a Junior Research Fellowship, you're hot piss! The test's on the 29th of June, so I've got some time to underprepare for it. I was also invited to a seminar in DC, which I should be able to attend if some generous benefactors purchase a ticket for me.
Finally, I'm thankful to the great archiving efforts of Google, which have now allowed for this blog to be returned through searches, though one must take care to use quotes. And with that, I'm back to confer my deference to theory and my condescension to the world. Ciao!
Labels: Other Misadventures
posted by Anurag at
3:16 PM
2 Comments:
Life is going to be uncertain for only a little while..believe me!We have not had some many years of education only to embark upon and trudge along the road to unemployment.I may be contradicting your whole belief system(at least as expressed in this blog) but thats what i genuinely believe!
The empirical fact of the matter remains that less and less political theorists doing political philosophy are hired in teaching positions in the USA (or any other place which lets people teach what they've studied).
And I like the uncertainty! Gives me the chance to bitch about the world!
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