Floodgates
The day the Data Summary was due I went to Darwin's to work with a friend. From 10 am to 3pm I maybe wrote a total of four bullets. I was so frustrated at how little progress I had made. I had a headache. I missed my family. And I was at a loss for words:, and not in a romantic "I have found my one true love" kind of way. I tried to call my family for moral support and no one was available so I took the next logical step: I cried in my friend's arms.
This all sounds irrelevant... and sad... but don't worry, I will have gone somewhere with this by the end of this blog. Writing the Data Summary was mentally, physically, and emotionally difficult for me. I had never really written any kind of scientific writing, and I had been unable to write any of the build-up assignments without a lot of instructor support. How could I write anything of substance when my brain was clogged with snot when, even on a normal day, I needed so much help? By Monday the only thing pushing me to try was the fast-approaching deadline and not wanting to disappoint my lab partner.
Crying opened the floodgates of my sinuses, and relieved the pressure in my head: a seemingly bad thing was put to a good use. In the same way, falling and getting back up again when writing this Data Summary broke down the wall of disbelief in my abilities as a scientific writer. I can already feel the way I think and write being shaped by this class and I'm loving it! I am not good... yet. But I've heard from a lot of from 109ers that this class is like a high pressure environment and that by the end we'll become diamonds...
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* string at the ceiling*
... I couldn't find a good way to end this blog. Peaces!
This all sounds irrelevant... and sad... but don't worry, I will have gone somewhere with this by the end of this blog. Writing the Data Summary was mentally, physically, and emotionally difficult for me. I had never really written any kind of scientific writing, and I had been unable to write any of the build-up assignments without a lot of instructor support. How could I write anything of substance when my brain was clogged with snot when, even on a normal day, I needed so much help? By Monday the only thing pushing me to try was the fast-approaching deadline and not wanting to disappoint my lab partner.
Crying opened the floodgates of my sinuses, and relieved the pressure in my head: a seemingly bad thing was put to a good use. In the same way, falling and getting back up again when writing this Data Summary broke down the wall of disbelief in my abilities as a scientific writer. I can already feel the way I think and write being shaped by this class and I'm loving it! I am not good... yet. But I've heard from a lot of from 109ers that this class is like a high pressure environment and that by the end we'll become diamonds...
...
...
* string at the ceiling*
... I couldn't find a good way to end this blog. Peaces!
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