Getting IT Done
After months, maybe years of thinking, I have my topic for my dissertation and a clear plan to get it done. If anyone ever tells you that getting a PhD is easy, they are lying. Getting one as one of maybe 3 people of color in the entire department is even harder. Whatever we may think race still matters and racism still exists. My students, however, thinks it only happens in the South (heads up to Ms. Lenelle Moise that I heard speak last week who understands that sometimes ignorance requires a response). Wow, it feels great to find my voice again in this forum. Even though no one ever reads this, I am able to document my memories that I can't seem to grasp and retain. Secretly, I think I have a learning disabillity that has never been diagnosed. It is astounding how they spout stereotypes and thinking nothing of it. Anyway, I digress.
Even though this doctoral program has turned out to be NOT what I thought it would be, I have been able to have experiences that I would not have had if I had stayed in Florida. My moment of insight came on my only mode of transportation: the bus. As I thought about a conversation that I had in class and a moment of clarity on the works of Foucault, everything clicked into place. It is amazing how God works and it is wonderful how he provides for you at the moment of despair. I had just been thinking of quitting and going back home or even changing my major focus, but I am here and I think with something worthwhile to say. Now comes the political bullshit that comes along with the PhD and actually getting people interested and a part of your network of support. Next week, after coming back from this conference, I am taking charge, taking names, and getting shit done! There will definitely be more about this in the coming weeks (why can I never spell definitely correctly? Thank God for spell check).
Even though this doctoral program has turned out to be NOT what I thought it would be, I have been able to have experiences that I would not have had if I had stayed in Florida. My moment of insight came on my only mode of transportation: the bus. As I thought about a conversation that I had in class and a moment of clarity on the works of Foucault, everything clicked into place. It is amazing how God works and it is wonderful how he provides for you at the moment of despair. I had just been thinking of quitting and going back home or even changing my major focus, but I am here and I think with something worthwhile to say. Now comes the political bullshit that comes along with the PhD and actually getting people interested and a part of your network of support. Next week, after coming back from this conference, I am taking charge, taking names, and getting shit done! There will definitely be more about this in the coming weeks (why can I never spell definitely correctly? Thank God for spell check).
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