Well, time flies. Who could have guessed that? Already I have failed to document the first month of my graduate student journey. Oops.
I couldn’t be happier to be a student again. The amount of learning my brain has been doing sometimes feels like a never-ending headache, but it is the best possible kind of headache. The kind of headache I would get from cram reading a new Harry Potter book immediately after returning home from the midnight release. I hope to have this kind of headache again soon, but it seems that The Winds of Winter is still not in the near future. Boo. Hiss.
The balance of the courses which I am taking this summer is forcing me to think critically about how best to consume research and to look continuously for alternative viewpoints and interpretations. The diversity in the courses facilitates engaging conversations as the educational and professional backgrounds of my classmates have given them particular perspectives and practices. I am trying my best to hear their stories and consider how best to keep them in mind when I will do my own research. I do not intend to return to the traditional classroom, but I absolutely do not wish to become the kind of researcher who remains locked away in a lab and does not consider the in-the-classroom impacts of the work.
In unrelated news, a fosterer is working to try and bond Bun to another bun. I am hoping that there is progress, but rabbits are rather particular creatures with demands exceeding those of even the most obstinate two-year-old. The initial meeting went well, so fingers and toes and paws crossed that there won’t be any surprises.