College means not being…

…a fuck up.  (At least I left the profanity out of the title.  I found this one in my drafts folder from several months ago, so I decided I might as well post it.)

One of the problems with growing up poor and with relatively few opportunities is that you really can’t fuck up anywhere along the line.  If I ever have the guts, I’m going to post a more TMI description of my childhood, but the reasons I was able to go to college were:
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Mentoring or lack thereof

The topic of mentoring has come up recently on some blogs that I read.  A lot of it is about women and minorities, and living in the research-intensive world.  I’ve never had the burden of professing while female/black/hispanic/etc., nor the privilege/burden of professing while being a “real” scientist.  So, I’m not going to link to other posts, and just do my own thing here.  I was going to write a post about how my summer is going, but maybe later this week. Continue reading

The state of the WaDiA – 2014

Well, actually the state of the person behind WaDiA.  Now that the academic year is finished, I guess maybe it’s time to assess where I am at the moment.  I’m getting over a cold, so please excuse me if I start coughing up something while writing this. Continue reading

When I was a VAP

In line with my previous experiences in academia, shortly after I was told that I might have a few more years of future in my postdoc position, I got canned because the money on a major project got cut off.  I was basically given 6 weeks notice.  It almost became a “living in my car” situation, but the people on the project who were less on the science side who could easily get other jobs did, so there ended up being progressively more money left to keep me around month-to-month for 6 months.  Of course, this still left me scrambling for my career; my field or sub-field or whatever you want to call it doesn’t have a lot of huge groups where it’s easy shift someone around, and nobody at the institution other than my postdoc advisor seemed to give a shit.  The situation was bad enough, but fortunately my anxiety disorders weren’t so bad back then, and I was able to cope. Continue reading