I have filled the last three days with comparative statics, joint distribution of functions of random variables and inverse matrices (what crazy mathematician came up with the absurd concept of the inverse matrix? and where did he find whatever it was he was smoking?) I therefore decide to start my one-week "break" by focusing on some research instead. There are no equations in my research. Just people. I spend an hour talking to the happiest, most positive man in the world. I gain much-needed perspective. The week is starting out very nicely.
Tuesday: Exam day. This is when I get to pretend to be a PhD-level economist and mathematician and fail. Fortunately, the exam gods seem to have been kind and I come out of there feeling mildly confident. The trick, I've found, is to squeeze in as many upside-down As as possible.
The remainder of the day is spent in philosophical discussion around zebras, misfits and human connection. The sun is shining. Being a grad student is fun.
Wednesday: Completely unexpected email lands in the inbox, inviting me to read one of my short stories at a literary magazine event. Am bowled over. Curse the fact that all of my friends live in time zones in which they are asleep at this hour, and debate whether it's acceptable to wake people up with news other than impending disaster. Digress into internal musings about why bad news is more important than good news, and why being happy doesn't count as news. Trust me, when you're Res, being happy is news. Decide nevertheless to let friends sleep. You're welcome.
Said serendipitous tidings make it physically impossible for me to start work on the paper I'm supposed to write by the end of the week. Dive into procrastination instead. Sunshine disappears. Whatever. I'm a rock star. I have no need of sunshine.
Thursday: Oh dear. Mired in procrastination like a fly in molasses now. Only one little paper left to write but it might as well be War and Peace. I am prepared to do anything else, like chatting with my banker, wandering the aisles of the supermarket, and contributing to the depletion of the world's forest like any proper academic by printing out reams of psychology articles. Then I decide my time would be better spent re-watching The West Wing. For the fourth time. No, it doesn't get old (although the fashion does).
Friday: Having accomplished next to nothing this week, it's time for a much-needed "break break." What? I did get through three research interviews, not to mention reorganizing my class notes in binders. A break is totally justified. So off I jet to remind myself that in life there is not only coursework and exams but also art, shopping and some pretty fabulous bottles of wine.
Saturday: I don't know if it's the wine, the approaching onslaught of winter or some deep, personal failing, but I will never write this paper. This paper has become my Hades, my Everest, by giant whale with an extra side of blubber. But isn't this what I gave up my career and signed up to academia for? To write thoughtful yet provocative papers on topics I'm pretty sure I found interesting five minutes ago? Trust me, my nugget of an idea was ground-breaking genius until I had to actually commit thought to paper and make it coherent in ten pages of double-spaced size twelve font, bibliography not included. Damn.
Sunday: Do you know what it feels like to actually wrestle a blubbery cetacean to the death? Well now so do I. I'm not going to lie to you folks, it wasn't pretty, but the paper is written. Hopefully I've learned something from the process because next "break" I'll have four of these to do. Sigh. Two months down. Four years and eight months to go. Until I actually get to do this for a living.
And that's a wrap.
2 comments:
Hi, are you going to keep posting? I've read your blog from beginning to end. I found it about a year ago when I was thinking about applying to INSEAD and looking up all the past student blogs I could find, but I always kept this one bookmarked because of how engaging your posts were! And because of your interesting life trajectory. You really have a gift for storytelling. Hope you continue! :)
In the past 9 months, I've switched jobs, stopped reading INSEAD blogs, and given up on applying to b-school altogether, but I'm still holding out hope that you'll write here again! :)
-Your loyal reader, orangeorange
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