Monday, April 21, 2008

Where Do I Sign?

My academic careen "career":
School's out, you say? Well fuck the real world for a game of soldiers. What kind of lessons can one learn in a university? I'll take three courses in nothing particularly useful, please (psychology - which I dropped like a hot snot, archaeology which I loved with a passion apart from the wet ditch with a spoon and a toothbrush lark, and modern Irish which turned out to be alarmingly useful).

Oh, those three years flew in! A masters? Why, I wasn't planning on getting an actual job anytime soon and it was very nice of you to ask, so why the hell not! [a year scurries by in the blink of an eye] What do you mean the thesis deadline has passed? My, time flies when you're in the bar having fun. Sure I may as well hang on here a bit, seeing as I'm enjoying myself. Six months more sound good to you? Lovely.

Fuck. Broke. Need a job. Am now overqualified in, well, Irish. Spelling still needs some work though, and grammar is a disgrace. Choices: pensionable state number or flaky college position. No contest. Free fees should I decide to pursue further study? Why not, it's not like I have a boyfriend to hang out with at weekends. A two year HDip in translation? Wonderful.
I'm sure there are bigger eejits out there, but fuck them, I'm the one who has 9 hours of grammar exams coming up [correction - 6 hours, 3 x 2. Good job it's grammar and not maths, eh?]. At least the end is in sight though. Or at least it was. On Friday morning I met with some interesting characters in another department of the venerable institution with which I am gainfully employed. They entertained me for a couple of hours and when I was leaving they jokingly suggested that I stay, or at the very least that I consider doing a PhD with them.

Hmm.

23 comments:

aj@lecraic said...

Don't become institutionalised whatever you do. or are you feeling that way already?

Tara said...

they probably weren't joking at all, love. that's just your subconscious trying to talk you out of the inevitable, maybe...?

Ciarán said...

Tá scrúdú aistriúcháin trí uaire a' chloig le déanamh agam i gceann míosa (chomh maith le haiste agus an tráchtas, yay!) Cén dóigh a mbriseann do naoi n-uaire síos - trí scrúdú trí uaire?

Tara said...

also- 9 hours? for real?

kiki said...

at least you have a degree...

i've been at it six years now and STILL don't have either of mine!

Primal Sneeze said...

Dr. Rosie has a ring to it.

You could always take a lecturing job at Notre Dame for a while. The Sunday Times had a piece about their Irish language programme the week before last. The good thing is they are screaming out for teachers (i.e. offering serious shillings). The bad thing is that compulsory for undergrads is the viewing of In the Name of the Fada.

Felix for Zosia said...

Speaking as someone who is 6 months out from PhD submission means that while I would love to tell you how wonderful an experience it is, all I am aware of these days is the pain.

davey said...

learning is for sissies.

Rosie said...

if by "institutionalised" you mean that i'd turn feral if i had to work in the private sector, i fear it may already be too late, AJ.

and if you meant that i should be resident (or at least holidaying) in some kind of institution, i fear it may already be too late in that case too.

not inevitable, Tara, but they weren't joking.

yup, 3x3 Ciarán. mo chomhbhrón leat, caithfidh go bhfuil tú faoi bhrú...

pull your fucking socks up, Kiki! "either" of yours? what are you at?

you didn't like In The Name Of The Fada, Primal? i liked it a lot.

i can imagine, Felix, and my heart goes out to you. my MA nearly killed me, i think a PhD would be a swift ticket to a nervous breakdown for me.

you are right, Davey, as ever.

backpedalbrakes said...

I was so traumatised after my masters I decided to put off thinking about a PhD for a year (although I'd already submitted a proposal... clearly, insane). That was five years ago. Whoops. Fecking off to live out foreign was a nice substitute though, I'd recommend that.

emordino said...

I'm in physical pain at the thought of 9 hours of grammar exams. The last time I had to deal with formal grammar was when I was studying Old English (stick that in your "nothing particularly useful") and it was 'orrible. So good luck t'ya.

I'd love to do a PhD. Still at the stage of nondescript faffing on this score, but some day.

Thriftcriminal said...

real world sucks, stay away from it while you can.

Anthony said...

Nine hours of grammer exams?!

Rosie said...

that's the "other" plan alright, Catherine. i don't know which of them would take more courage for me.

ditto re the pain and the PhD envy, EM.

Rosie said...

actually it's 6 hours, i got it arseways because i can neither count nor multiply. i have three two hour exams over two days. and an assignment. must get a start on that...

the real world wouldn't have me, Thrifty.

AJ said...

I love my real job, well... ok.. love is a bit strong but it pays the bills and keeps me saneish for a large portion of the week. I think I'd rather chop off my arms with a rusty bread knife than go back college now..

Good Luck with your exams!

Fakey said...

steady.

keep it kosher for as long as humanly and financially possible before yoy join the corporate cock fight.

alternatively, you could do a fakey by working in 'advertising' and continue to amuse yourself at your actually a cutting edge creative god, when actually your ripping south park off constantly.

Bon chance Rosie.

Rosie said...

Fakey, i'm way ahead of you. my current job guarantees perpetual student status except with marginally less responsibility and marginally more income. i will probably have to quit once i can no longer reasonably pass for "one of them" though (32, maybe? i was ID'd for booze recently enough, so i'm okay for a few years yet)

and blogging is only a step away from realising my dream of being a published author. right?

red said...

I always thought I'd go back to college- but once I started in the real world it no longer seemed as tempting. So I guess you should stick with academia for as long as you can, cause once you're out you're out.

Foreigner by Default said...

Do you enjoy it?

If yes, the lack of moneys is tolerable.

I don't think I ever actually stuck my foot into real world before I moved to Ireland. My job used to be more so my hobby as well - and if I got paid peanuts I considered it a luxury :D

Now I'm all grown up and sensible and stuff. That can be fun as well. But don't go hurrying, you'll probably get there sooner or later.

Have fun!

aj@lecraic said...

Yeah, the first one of course! If you're happy doing what you are doing then stick with it.

kiki said...

it's not too bad

i've been studying Engineering / Commerce for six years

i basically took a year off in 2004 to do a semester in Barcelona and a semester in Sweden
then i did a year in the states

It's a five year course and i'm only doing 4 subjects this whole year to complete it

not too bad really.

Rosie said...

for the moment i am indeed happy 'nuff where i am. i might well end up doing the PhD though if the current plan to find a man to make a housewife of me goes tits up.

not too bad at all, Kiki. sounds like you're on your way to becoming a useful and well-rounded member of society.