The first year of my transfer, the department assigned a meeting with my advisor: the head of Shakespearean studies. Because, hey, English! Shakespeare! Awesome!
...except for the fact that I spent a goodly amount of willpower building my schedule to avoid the bloody bard as much as the degree allowed. (Answer: 2 class minimum even for a prof/tech writer.) During the next couple of years I was adopted by everything from the Slavic department to British Lit to, god help us all, Contemporary Poetry.
The point of this story?
The academic system does not like us. It doesn't like anybody. It wants us to cry and wail and give it money for the privelege of telling us all the things we have do in the hopes that one of those items actually resembles something that pertains to your actual degree. And after that? You'll still have to talk about f*cking Hamlet.
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...except for the fact that I spent a goodly amount of willpower building my schedule to avoid the bloody bard as much as the degree allowed. (Answer: 2 class minimum even for a prof/tech writer.) During the next couple of years I was adopted by everything from the Slavic department to British Lit to, god help us all, Contemporary Poetry.
The point of this story?
The academic system does not like us. It doesn't like anybody. It wants us to cry and wail and give it money for the privelege of telling us all the things we have do in the hopes that one of those items actually resembles something that pertains to your actual degree. And after that? You'll still have to talk about f*cking Hamlet.