My head hurts.
All I see everywhere are protests and gun control memes. And rants. And soapboxes. I tried to scroll past them and let people have their ways without joining in on the conversation. Instead, I spent the weekend focusing on dead people. Yeah, really not an uplifting topic, but I have two research projects focusing on infant mortality differences in 50 states and defining successes or failures with CDC protocols on reducing SIDS. Beat me now.
And I just am not real happy with my group right now. Our literature review is due next week and I have contributed 3.5 pages and a reference list. iOn top of that, I wrote 4 pages of the paper on top of the lit review. They have not contributed anything---not slicing and dicing on my work, no comments, no additions with their own work...NADA.
Yep. We can see how this project is going to fly. And discussing with another group member on a different project, he told me "Your literature review should be only one page." I'm like, whaaat? It's supposed to be 2-3,000 words according to Purdue APA standards. Not to brag, but yes I am going to brag. I have always gotten 99-100% on my research projects. I may not be a good test taker, but I can write academic fluff quite well because I have mastered the art of bullshit and word razzle dazzle.
In fact, one professor told me I was performing at doctorate level and encouraged me to continue my education. Not so fast, Doc. I am burnt the heck out. Still have another master's program to go. It should be much shorter, but now they tell me no bueno...have to do the entire thing. Stats all over again. I'm like...I already did that shit and paid my penance. Bastards and their rules. In the meantime, I will relish the compliment because that is a big deal when I feel like a dummy in a pool of smarty pants.
I am continuing to read some books in my very little spare time. I long for the days of diving into a book for pleasure and finding it is not Political Analysis or Statistics or anything academic. Oy. Der troubles we haf.