Tag: grad school

  • Fear is Not an Acceptable Excuse

    Fear is Not an Acceptable Excuse

    Diving Board
    Credit: flickr / Brian Auer

    In the aftermath of my decision to quit grad school, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and seeking out advice.

    I called Julie from Escape the Ivory Tower, and we talked about whether it was possible to write a thesis alone, and my fear that if I switched schools I would just fail again, because the problem is, in fact, me. I think you should always look to yourself before blaming others, and I remain unconvinced that I am not the problem.

    At the conference, I got talking to another uOttawa prof, who tells me he hears so many nightmare stories from students that he’s contemplating starting a blog about it – I hope he does! He also told me a couple of useful things. Firstly, the only way to get the incompetent CS grad studies receptionist to respond is for professor and student to go there in person. Secondly, it’s not “hard” to graduate without a supervisor. It’s impossible. Your supervisor has to sign off on your thesis, and get two other profs (one at UO and one at Carleton) to do the same.

    He asked me some questions, like why did I publish (it’s the done thing/people tell me to), did I enjoy going to conferences (it’s fine, but I met at least as many cool smart people working for two days from the London office as at this one), and did I really, really, want to be a grad student (no).

    I can fight with bureaucracy to get reinstated  – and navigating bureaucracy is not a skill I possess. I can then fight to either get my supervisor to let me transfer to someone else (yes, the view of the university is that I am his possession to give away), or try and get him to sign off on a thesis and convince two other people to do the same – this seems improbable given that he a) doesn’t know what I’m working on and b) told me it was worthless, but my office mate thinks he might.

    Or I can use my energy elsewhere. To reclaim my life, to create things for the sake of it, to be a good software engineer and throw myself into a job at a company that has already changed the world, and that I think will continue to do so.

    You can probably figure out which one I’m choosing.

    I’ve been reading Chris Guillebeau’s The Art of Non-Conformity (Amazon). Interesting book. I’m probably not as unconventional as him, but I have lead an at-times somewhat unusual existence. So I don’t check that box? It’s OK. It doesn’t define my worth as a human being.

    But – one last paper. I’d been working on it, had an idea for it, but just not making progress. The abstract deadline is looming. I don’t know if I can do it.

    And there’s a bunch of reasons that might explain why – insane travel, new job, other things to write, being so ill over xmas, lack of direction.

    The truth though, came out when my boyfriend suggested I repackaged my conference talk as a tech talk, when I’d just got off an all-night flight and was too exhausted to present any other reason.

    I don’t think what I’ve done is really that interesting or worthwhile.

    I could add, “to other people” but maybe I’ve been doubting myself for so long that it seems that way to me as well.

    Nearly a year ago, my supervisor told me my work was worthless – specifically I think the words were – “makes no contribution”. Anyone I’ve spoken to has been horrified by that – not a good thing to say to a student, not motivating, not true, whatever. However, for all I talk about “the surest way to mediocrity is trying to be liked by everyone” I’ve clearly believed it enough to let it hold me back.

    And I look at the situation I find myself in – not graduating, feeling frustrated, let down and ripped off by uOttawa – and I’m honest with myself, I haven’t asked for what I needed, I haven’t pushed for any alternative, a different supervisor, or a different school, I’ve just said, “OK, if that’s what you think… I’ll just be over here quietly getting on with things”.

    So – I haven’t written that paper. Because it’s easy to rationalize being rejected when it was rushed because you’d been travelling like a madwoman and were working full time. It’s easy not to put my everything into it because I don’t really believe in what I’m doing anymore. It’s best not to not get too attached to it. To fail – before I even start – because I didn’t really even try.

    The abstract is due tomorrow. The paper is due in 8 days. My plane lands in 4 hours and 51 minutes.

    So, I’m telling myself,

    Do it, or don’t do it – don’t “try“.

  • Dropping Out

    Dropping Out

    The sky isn't falling
    Credit: Geek and Poke / http://geekandpoke.typepad.com/geekandpoke/2008/10/optimists—part-2.html

    I wrote the post Being Human at around 5am having stayed up most of the night to get my edits in for the deadline. I don’t normally work like that – I think I forgot to tell my co-supervisor I was in the UK. Oh well. I never really made it off Canadian time whilst I was there. It’s been blissful to come home and be a morning person again.

    I hadn’t been feeling too well, but thought it was mostly jetlag. But then, edits done, I crashed. I got the flu really badly – I don’t remember the last time I was that sick – followed by post-viral exhaustion. My boyfriend got sick too, about 3 days behind me. Result was the laziest holiday ever; we didn’t go to Iceland, or Paris for New Year – we stayed home with tissues and hot tea and Harry Potter Lego (Amazon) – which, frustratingly, I had to leave 98.8% completed.

    Still, being sick over the holidays gave me two things. The first – a real break – not just from work, but from the guilt of not working. Secondly, it gave me time to think about what I want and what I’m doing.

    The person I emailed at uOttawa, of course, never got back to me. This is what I have come to expect, but it’s still frustrating. I’m so tired of this, and of uOttawa being so for-profit when they insist I must register full time, at international rates, but like a non-profit when they try and cut my TA’s hourly rate by a third (with no notice) because “it’s for a good cause”. And so I haven’t registered, haven’t paid any tuition. Is this how you drop out? I’m looking into transferring because having time to think, I realized that if nothing changes then it’s unlikely that another semester is the answer. The problem is not, I think, time. It’s direction.

    On January first (great start to 2011), our education paper got accepted – it’s about the curriculum design for the workshop we were running and is called “Four Hours to Smash the CS Stereotype and Create Something Beautiful”. This brings me up to three papers coming out this year – on widely divergent topics. The IBM paper is on text analytics. The paper I’ll present in Switzerland later this month is called “Following the Conversation: A More Meaningful Measure of Engagement” and is about applying visualization and graph theory to social network analysis. The citation in SIGCHI? That’s a paper on Usability of IDEs and programming languages for teaching.

    I look at this, and I think – this is why I’m doing well at life, and failing at grad school. I’m interested in a lot of different things, and apparently I’m creating value in a number of different areas. I’m an incrementalist. I can try and fight it, but on reflection, I get more value and I’m happier when I partner with someone who complements me instead. Having come to this conclusion, there was a post on Escape the Ivory Tower that talks about “mismatches” – and that that’s exactly what the grad school experience so far has been for me.

    So, I’ve been talking to people about my options, and I’m looking at transferring to another school, and maybe a slightly different program. They all seem to get it – and nobody has been judgemental. My parents tell me they want me to be happy, but think I do deserve the piece of paper. My friend (who had the same supervisor, and left after a similar experience) tells me that transferring saved her years to finish. It’s interesting, because I have enough work – it’s just not focused enough to create a thesis with.

    Really what it comes down to, is I have enough publications and an awesome enough job that I’m prepared to hold out and try and do something that works for me, than try and fight with myself to work within a system that doesn’t.  I’m confident enough, given everything, that the problem isn’t lack of work, or ability on my part. Lack of focus, probably. Making it work at this point, seems like a lot of effort with very little return – I’m not on board with the level of ROI in terms of the tuition I’m paying, or, more importantly, the time I’m investing.

    So, I guess I’m dropping out.

  • Shipping

    Shipping

    a great girl
    Credit: flickr / cambiodefractal

    To mark my 4 week anniversary in Kitchener, I didn’t have a party (as suggested by AY), I instead had a week long crisis. I think AY had the better idea…

    It was a number of things. Moving. Change. The stress and difficulty of dealing with the appalling Goodlife (there’s some deep irony in that name). The clocks changed and I started waking up when it’s still dark, and having nowhere to go. Freaking out over my thesis. Two years in grad school, remarkably unworried about it (I’m told) and panic finally set in. I spent far too much time contemplating the webpage of a guy in graduate admissions at Carleton who suggested a couple of times – joking I’m sure – that I transfer. I was very close to emailing him and asking how joking was he.

    I’m not panicking about writing my thesis. I’m panicking about what I do with it when I’ve written it. I have no idea – and frankly, I’m terrified of finding out.

    The biggest thing, though, was some jackass being patronizing and disparaging of something I was concerned about. I’m told – by other engineers, who understand why I’m worried – that my concern is valid. It’s now being addressed through other means. However. This one person, ignoring my question, finally calling to “answer” it – only to try and make me feel stupid for asking it… threw me off completely. He didn’t make me feel stupid for asking it. He did make me furious, and start questioning some big decisions I’ve made lately. It resulted in me not exploring another option – not because I’m so happy of where I am and what I’m doing, but because I feel like it’s too late and if I’ve made a horrible mistake… I don’t need any more information about that to make me feel bad.

    So I spent a lot of time in tears. And I kept getting up, feeling like I wasn’t ready to face the day yet, and napping on the couch until it was light. In the midst of this, my trainer annihilated my thighs to the point where I could barely walk for two days, so no gym.

    Just me, completely overwhelmed by everything, wracked with indecision.

    no one can hear you!
    Credit: flickr / g-mikee

    I’m reading Making Ideas Happen at the moment. And something in there struck me. Shipping. And I realized, that typically I ship things every day – blog posts, draft work, emails… and I’d stopped. Nothing had left me.

    I booked into the spa for a mudwrap. But first, I read this huge paper (a warm up to being productive) and sent the email I’d been agonizing over. Then afterwards, I made myself ship some academic work in the form of a blogpost.

    I still feel overwhelmed. I still napped again this morning. But then I finished a blogpost I’d been struggling to write. Now this one is flowing more. I have a plan for what I will work on later – and I’ll aim to ship a draft of a document I need to write.

    And – I said no to my escape route, because I don’t want to run away. And the situation with the jackass will work itself out – someone else is taking it seriously, and now some circumstances have changed making it a different problem of known size.

    Finally, I’m overwhelmed by grad school and the dreaded thesis. But, I think if I just keep shipping stuff towards that goal, day in, day out, it’ll be OK.

  • Finding Your Cognitive Surplus in Grad School

    Image via Katie Weilbacher

    It is a truth universally acknowledged that graduate school will take over your life, if you let it.

    The trick is not to let it, but if that were easy the biggest drug expense for student insurance would not be anti-depressants (I have it on good authority that this is the case at the university I attend).

    The problem is that university effectively rewards workaholism – or what my roommate in undergrad and I termed “The Guilt”. This is when you come home exhausted but there’s still more to do so you spend your evening either working, or feeling so guilty about not working that you don’t enjoy it. It’s what causes you skip yoga or that class at the gym you wanted to go to because you’re “making progress” and why you eat takeout because you can keep working until it’s delivered and you’re so mentally exhausted that you haven’t got round to buying groceries this week and it’s Friday already anyway.

    This is a miserable way to live. In undergrad however, you at least have respite during the summer and (if you’re lucky) in winter break. Graduate school runs all year round, however, so after living with The Guilt 24/7/365 for a number of years it is easy to feel like you’re losing your mind.

    Between third and fourth year of my undergrad, I interned at a company. It was amazing, I was productive, I was happy, and I was in amazing shape physically because I got in at 0830, left the office by 1800 and went to the gym. That was what made me realize that The Guilt – the constant working and the neglect of every other area of your life doesn’t actually result in achieving more (assuming you don’t measure your life in small blue pills and trips to the therapist). It just results in misery.

    Image via NTBrown for BARC

    I wish I could tell you that as a result I dramatically changed how I worked and have ever since led a happy and well balanced life – but that would be a load of crap! The thing about a regular job is that it has boundaries – a computer that you don’t necessarily take home with you, an office that you go to, a time after which your boss doesn’t expect to get hold of you. The appeal of grad school is the flexibility – work when you want! Where you want! And that can come to mean “work everywhere, all the time” – but it shouldn’t. I did make some changes, though. I spent more time with friends. I stopped staring at hard problems and instead went swimming to clear my head. I tried to hang onto the habit of getting up at a reasonable time. Flirted with the idea of not working every evening. This helped, but The Guilt kept lurking.

    After a year off, mostly spent jittering about the world skiing and kickboxing, the memory of The Guilt had faded sufficiently that I went on to grad school – in city where I knew no-one, on another continent. There’s a long story behind this, starting when I moved with about a weeks notice, but here’s the summary: I ended up living with a 30-year-old Catholic philosophy student who after 2 months went bonkers and the two girls I’d become friendly with both left the city (for different reasons). Feeling a little friendless and alone I ended up spending a lot of time with a recently dumped passive aggressive with borderline personality disorder.

    Chaos ensued. But – I was still doing pretty well at school. And eventually I hit a wall, decided I wasn’t going to be controlled anymore and refused to talk to the passive aggressive, ignoring the arguments of my then-boyfriend and Pet Hobo (guy who’d been living with us rent-free for four months – another story). Drama and backstabbing ensued as Pet Hobo decided his loyalties lay with the woman he wanted to sleep with (the Passive Aggressive) and not me.

    Image via Rude Cactus

    But eventually the dust settled, and there it was – my cognitive surplus.

    Now, I would never suggest that you fill your life with lunatics in order to locate your cognitive surplus. In fact, I would advise very strongly against it. For starters, they are very, very hard to get rid of. But the biggest reason is that lunatics are not a good thing to spend your cognitive surplus on.

    So, having found my cognitive surplus I started using it for things that weren’t grad school. I realized that I wasn’t learning what I needed to at university and started reading voraciously around and outside my subject (computer science). I resuscitated the Women in Science and Engineering group at my university and met some lovely people as a result. I started blogging. I took a summer contract in Shanghai, and after the break came back refreshed and motivated to work twice as hard. I was asked to TA in French, and I did – surprised myself by not sucking at it, and I submitted a proposal for a talk entitled “Art, Life and Programming”, which I ended up doing (in English and in French), and as a result got asked to develop a workshop, which was awesome. Things started to spiral and sometimes it was stressful, but I was still moving forward with my graduate work, and even spending a day a week working as a ski instructor during the season. Then I got offered a place in IBM’s Extreme Blue internship (my work with WISE got me noticed by the recruiter) and took the summer off to do that. Once again, I had structure in my life – I worked long hours, but I was loving what I did, and had time to launch Awesome Ottawa, study for interviews at Google, and plan with another EB intern the CompSci Woman blog (launched September 1st).

    By the end of the summer, my time away from my research has led me to rethink my direction and I’m really, really excited to go back to it. I have an amazing job lined up for January, which will motivate me to finish on time (this will be my 5th semester if you don’t count the one in Shanghai).

    The thing is, I don’t think I would have this job lined up, and I would definitely not have spent the summer at IBM if I hadn’t found my cognitive surplus. I might have finished earlier, but probably not because my interest in blogging and twitter has definitely influenced the direction of my research (and made it better). In fact at the moment, I’m working on a side-project with a friend in the Communications department to visualize her research (I’m also working on Twitter so I gave a talk to the Communications grad students and that’s how we connected).

    Your cognitive surplus is there – it’s just being eaten by The Guilt and/or unnecessary drama.

    So, I hope I’ve convinced you that you want to find your cognitive surplus but as this post is entitled “How to find your cognitive surplus in graduate school” here are some tips and tricks that I find helpful.

    Avoid a reactionary workflow

    I really think this is the number one thing that enables me to do everything that I do. Email is a huge killer of this (why I hate email), so I check it infrequently and don’t have alerts set up. Twitter can do this too, so whilst I use Twitter during the day I don’t click any links but instead mark things as favourite and go through them at times when I won’t be productive. I schedule links that I want to share through the week (using SocialOomph) and also schedule my blog posts. When scheduling things in my calendar, I know what works for me in terms of effectiveness (enough going on that I don’t spend too many days in my pjs, and enough free that I can have long chunks of time to focus) and I try and work to that. Also, I don’t play the “I’m busier than you” game – it’s stupid and pointless. I try to say yes to opportunities, but I’m learning how to say no to things that aren’t.

    Don’t give up what you love theorizing that it’ll still be there when grad school is done – say yes to things you are passionate about

    During last winter, I worked one day a week as a ski instructor. Some people thought this was bonkers, but spending a day a week on the hill away from my computer (and cell phone service) was really refreshing, and I’d go back to my thesis more motivated. That might be the only time that I end up teaching skiing, and I’m glad I did it.

    The Awesome Foundation is a group of 10 trustees and a dean and every month we give away an $1000 grant (each trustee puts in $100). The sensible thing to do would be to wait until I have a regular job to do something like this, but I had a well paying internship and I decided to do it now, not later. The fall will be harder as a result, and yes, it takes time, but I cannot tell you what I buzz I get from helping enable stuff like this. It keeps me going.

    Eliminate people who don’t support you, or create pointless drama

    This should be self-explanatory after my story about the passive aggressive above. Don’t underestimate how much some people drain your energy – why are you letting them?

    Surround yourself with people who support and believe in you

    I got a ton of stuff done this summer. What changed? My social circle. I started spending more time with amazing people who believe in me and who pushed me forward even when I doubted myself.

    Make commitments – and keep them

    Leadership and Self Deception (Amazon) is an amazing book, and it talks about how “betraying yourself” (thinking one thing and then doing another) is damaging to your relationships – this applies in work and in other areas of your life. Don’t break your commitments – in my opinion it has the same effect. And don’t weasel around this one by not committing in the first place, “I’ll do X if I get enough work done” is usually a guarantee that you won’t do X. Work with the constraint – often, you’ll surprise yourself.

    Commitments doesn’t just apply to spending time with friends, but also non-grad-school things that you do. After work and life settled down earlier this summer I committed to 3 blog posts a week. Sometimes I schedule them in advance, sometimes I think “damn I don’t have anything scheduled for tomorrow”. But I’ve kept that commitment, and it’s helpful. Self-discipline is self-perpetuatingself-discipline in one area of your life will flow to other areas. I keep over-committing myself, but it does tend to work out.

    Sleep

    I genuinely don’t know how anyone expects to be effective whilst not getting enough sleep. If sleep deprivation can affect your moral judgement, what else will it affect? Make time for the 7-9 hours you need a night, every night. You’ll feel better, and be more effective for it. You are not Jon Skeet, who does, shockingly, actually sleep ~6 hours a night.

    Exercise – use a gym buddy or trainer to help stick to it

    IMO, you can cope with one, maybe 2 nights of insufficient sleep at a crunch. I think you can take a week off exercising in a crisis. However it’s not a long term strategy – being unhealthy is a huge time sink. Last fall I dislocated my kneecap and couldn’t do anything – for a while, I could barely walk. It took me a while to get back into reasonable shape (and I’m still not where I want to be) but the difference is enormous. Go back to the gym with a friend to motivate you, make a schedule and stick to it. You’ll feel better for it – promise.

    Image via PhD comics

    Set goals

    Your thesis is this huge, and often far off goal – it’s hard to comprehend achieving it and all you can really do it chip away at it. Goals are important, and not something like “make progress on thesis” – they need to be tangible, like “read 5 papers” and “review chapter 2 and send to supervisor”. I spend a lot of time thinking about effectiveness and time management, and I’ve found a system that works for me. I separate my top level (yearly) goals, from my mid-level (weekly) goals, and my Remember The Milk todo list. This keeps me sane – my todo list should mean I work towards my mid-level goals, and my mid-level goals have to be such that they work towards my overall plan. I put my top- and mid-level goals in public on my blog. This is just what works for me, try it or find some other system that works for you – but set goals – how else do you know if you’re on track?

    Find an imbalance you can live with

    I don’t know any grad student who has a balanced life. I certainly don’t. But I realized that the problem wasn’t the imbalance, it was the nature of it. Now I work to have an imbalance that I can work with – I even experimented with a PA this summer and I delegate as aggressively as I can. For CompSci Woman, my friend and I have an agreement that I deal with WordPress and she deals with email – it works to our strengths. We also decided that neither of us have the time or inclination to manage a Twitter account so we just automate that from the blog. Hopefully in time we’ll be able to delegate it. We accept that for a side project we can’t do everything, and we need to do mostly things that we enjoy.

    Forgive yourself for failing

    I have achieved my weekly goals a total of ONCE. So pretty much every week my eyes are bigger than my achievements and I fail. At the start of the summer, I had two – huge failures – I’ve since bounced back. I actually finished work this summer with 32 unread emails (I hope they weren’t important). What was important was that I got our two patent disclosures in, and beating myself up about never getting to those emails would be unproductive. You’re going to fail – and when you do, decide what you can learn and move on from it.

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    In a similar vein – How To Be Crazy Busy Without Losing Your Mind

    Originally posted at The Tao of Grad School.

  • Finding Balance and Doing Less

    Back in March, I had a really terrible week. My paper got rejected and I realized I wasn’t going to be able to finish this semester, and the following day, my boyfriend and I broke up.

    It’s not uncommon for a paper to be rejected, however, frustratingly, the comments I got were mostly aspects of it that I had been unhappy with, that I had asked for help with, but, perhaps given the short time frame had not got the feedback I needed to fix. Finishing this semester was always tight, and this was really the final straw – my internship this summer is probably better for my employment prospects than a masters degree, and I was risking going in there burnt out and distracted, which I can’t afford to do.

    My boyfriend and I had been together for over a year and a half, in fact, he was one of the first people I’d met when I got to Ottawa. I always found this rather romantic, but I had been aware for a while that this meant my identity here was somewhat tied up in being his girlfriend, and most of the friends I have here are mutual. We had been living together, so this was a further complication. Fortunately, he had somewhere to go so I didn’t have to deal with a post-breakup cohabitation nightmare as well.

    I don’t fail often, but here were two – huge – failures in one week. I crashed. I’ve been pushing myself so hard and all of a sudden I didn’t have as many pressing deadlines. I also didn’t have anyone to notice if I stayed in my pajamas all day watching My Family. I was physically ill from – I don’t know – exhaustion? Stress? Misery? I pushed myself so hard, for so long, that when it all came crashing down, I did too.

    I (heart) balancing rocks
    Credit: flickr / James Jordan

    This is normal. But yes, this is when my posting schedule went to hell. It’s been on my mind – failure – so it was hard to write about other things. I didn’t have the perspective that I needed to write clearly, and without blame. Initially, my explanation was that we were married to grad school – and cheating on it, with each other. Because honestly? That’s what I had been feeling like, for months. Then I got angry – at the two 30-somethings who had spent most of last winter in our apartment to the point where one day we looked at each other and asked, “how did we end up parenting two 30-somethings?” – that should have been our honeymoon period. They ruined it.

    And, of course, he blamed me too – for working too much, and for taking that job in Shanghai last summer.

    I am 24 years old, and I am having trouble balancing my ambition with my personal life. I don’t have children. I don’t want children. Partly because I think all this talk of “having it all” and “balance” is a load of crap. We make choices. We prioritize our careers. If we date someone as focused, we might never get to see them. If we date someone less focused, they don’t understand our choices. If we prioritize our personal life, we risk giving things up, making compromises for something that ultimately may not work out. This cuts both ways, of course, but somehow – call me a cynic, sure – a career seems a more certain and reliable thing than our relationship. I know we’re not supposed to say it and there are women that manage but… I can’t see how having children can not  affect your career. And what if they grow up to be traffic wardens? Or politicians? Then what? I hear you love them no matter what but I have a hard time believing that is true of traffic wardens. (Elizabeth Gilbert’s book Committed: A Skeptic Makes Peace with Marriage (Amazon), by the way, is a fascinating exploration of women and marriage – and the compromises women make for family.)

    I know very few grad students in relationships. Graduate school is not conducive to a balanced life, and as a result is often not conducive to relationships, other than those with anti-depressants, alcohol, and electronic devices.

    Balanced Rocks
    Credit: flickr / squarewithin

    So, in all, I’ve been knocked for six. And so, I’ve been doing less, whilst I try and regain my balance. It’s amazing; I’m properly living alone, for the first time in my life, and I have all this space – in my apartment, in my head, in my schedule, to just be. And of course I’ve used some of that in mindless TV watching – My Family, Lipstick Jungle, Brothers and Sisters and Big Bang Theory – but what’s been amazing is that when I’ve had to focus, I’ve created some of my best stuff. The other day, I woke up with the math clear in my head for a fractal. My workshop the other day was really successful, and I’m really proud of the content. I’ve read several books – including Women Don’t Ask (which merits it’s own blog post, and will get one). And I’ve been exercising more, and having the time to actual consider what I’m eating and when – rather than just refueling so I can continue to run about.

    My life is changing, and that is really scary because it’s like starting over. But I think this pause is helpful – to take stock, to reevaluate. And I’m not going to change completely, but maybe I am going to do a little less, because when you’re constantly moving, you can’t see the view, and because doing less could mean doing fewer things better.

    Balancing Act
    Credit: flickr / theDQT
  • Why I Can’t Wait to Escape from Grad School

    Credit: flickr / katiew

    On Monday, I took what will be my last exam for the foreseeable future.

    I remember things best when I write them down, so I went through the course notes and typed all the key points into a document. I was going to hand-write it (better retention) but I started and my hand started cramping up after about 10 lines. I used to write pages and pages, but I haven’t for a long time.

    So I typed instead. This means I can tell you that I compiled this course into 75 pages of notes. Mostly bullet points, but 19,362 words, or 98,274 characters (not including spaces). 3,362 lines.

    And yesterday I took the exam. 5 pages, perhaps? 80 minutes allowed. I took 25 and then left before I changed the answers I wasn’t sure of endlessly.

    75 pages, reduced to 25 minutes. Having seen the exam, I could go through and reduce those 75 pages to 10 or so. We were tested only on memorization – not on understanding. Not having had any sample questions, there was no way to tell that beforehand.

    It feels like a metaphor for university. So much work amounts to so small a time to demonstrate that you know what you’re doing. The course is on software testing and someone could ace that exam and still have no understanding of writing good, clean, testable code. Someone could do badly at regurgitating the definitions but be a really good tester. Does it really matter what a “Point of Control and Observation” is? You don’t need to be calling a network port that in order to be able to write a good set of test cases around it.

    This disjoint between reality and academia is frustrating me. In the age of the smart phone, don’t ask me to define – ask me to understand.

    Also frustrating me is the discord between what the university values (research) and what students pay for (teaching). I pay international tuition. And the course I’ve been taking? We handed in our first assignment nearly a month ago, and have had no feedback. The second one, two weeks ago. No feedback. No sample questions for the exam. Next week I will hand in my project – and the outcome of the course, will end up as a grade on infoweb. No time to improve my understanding. No chance to learn from any mistakes I made early on.

    I have straight As in grad school. In the worst case, this course brings down my GPA – something that with feedback I would have been able to avert. In the best case, this course maintains my GPA but I still never got the opportunity to improve. And I live to improve. Relentless improvement. Continuous improvement. It helps to know how you’re doing to assess what you can best be working on.

    Can you tell? I can’t wait for my return to the real world next month. I’ll have to return to this vortex of despair that is academia in September, but it’ll be temporary.

    Interesting article from Ben Casnocha on whether or not to go to college.

  • Giving Better Presentations: Tell Me Why I Should Care

    My friend called me earlier today, to tell me he’d got 19/20 for a presentation he gave last week. He called me because I’d spent an evening going over it with him, helping him work out what his message was. I’m pleased with what we did – we took something that I knew very little about, but explored it in such a way that by the end of the evening I saw why it was useful.

    This is the most important question to answer when you give a presentation, but it’s the one that your audience is invariably too polite to ask.

    Why should I care?

    Graduate students are often guilty of this. We get too close to our work, we live our lives like it’s the be-all-and-end-all and a result we forget that it’s contribution to the world’s collective intelligence is likely very small. Small to the point that few people will ever know it exists, let alone from where it originated.

    So – my tip for giving a better presentation is ultimately this: tell you audience why they should care. Place your topic in the wider context. Convince them that it matters.

    Other things, like how you stand, or what your slides like, are important – but pale into insignificance by comparison.

  • Down Time

    I think how you choose to spend your free time says a lot about you. Some people train for a triathlon, some people play video games, some people watch excessive amounts of TV. I knew a guy who seemed to think he could live life vicariously through the characters of TV shows. That made me sad for him.

    My boyfriend pointed out to me, that if you ask me how my day has been I don’t say “good”, I say “productive”. It’s true. Achieving things is how I define my worth, and I have very little “down time” because every day is mapped out in advance, in terms of things I want to achieve. This has been the way that I have to work – in order to get through grad school, in order to retain some semblance of balance in my life.

    On Friday night, I was walking home from dinner with friends thinking about my goals for the upcoming week and what I want to achieve the following day. Near home, it occurs to me that I could take the day off – I have no pressing deadlines (the conference deadline has been extended) and next week’s list will consist mostly of things that can take little time, or lots, depending on my energy levels, inspiration, and (to an extent), luck.

    So I took the day off. I played Sonic the Hedgehog 2 for a while, and got further than I ever have before, and then I settled down to read a book. Specifically, Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love (Amazon). I’ve read this book before, which may seem bizarre as I’m very much an atheist, however despite the talk of “God” and religion… this is really a book about a woman coming to terms with herself. I can definitely identify with that. The feelings of inadequacy, of failure. The guilt over taking time to just be. And I remember the times that I felt most happy, most peaceful (with myself) were probably in China. When I climbed the steps 5 times (Friday afternoon cardio exercise) and descended alone, with the sun. The time we spent a whole day hiking up and down a hill, sometimes I was with someone else, sometimes I was alone – and that was okay. In Canada, first thing in the morning, being the first person to descend my favorite black run – air cold against my face and in my lungs. Empowered. Exhilarated. Free.

    Grad school can so lonely. I don’t work closely with anyone, I work from home sometimes, but sometimes in an empty office. And yet, when I had a free choice, what does Cate want to do today, I chose to spend my day alone, reading about finding peace with oneself. And I realized – it was the most purely focused I’d been on one task in a while. I wonder, what does that say about me?

    Credit: flickr / ihtatho
  • The Roles We Play

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    Credit: flickr / 3n

    There’s an exercise in 7 Habits where you have to list your different “roles” and  things you need to do for each of them. Here are mine (in no particular order):

    • Grad student
    • Teaching Assistant
    • Ski instructor
    • President of WISE
    • Job seeker
    • Girlfriend
    • Daughter
    • Friend
    • Skier
    • Kickboxer
    • Workshop creator
    • Programmer
    • Nice (i.e. helping other people)
    • Blogger
    • Information diffuser
    • Member of tech community

    And I look at this list, and think, no wonder I’m feeling overwhelmed lately. Case in point – last week was reading week, so I should get to relax a little. However, on Tuesday I wanted to kickbox, but I also wanted to go to a tech event and thought that would be a good prep for my interview Wednesday morning. And I found myself in the situation that because I hadn’t managed to get up at 6am (on my week off!) two of my roles were in conflict, and I had to choose.

    So I go from a career panel (roles: nice, WISE) to briefly hang out with a friend (role: friend) to this panel (roles: member of tech community, programmer, job seeker). And the next day I have my interview, try to be productive, go kickboxing, and have dinner with friends, take my friend to Carleton to return a book, and crash before I manage to call my boyfriend (who was away).

    Two realizations – one, I need to prioritize my various roles. Graduating and getting a job are probably the most important things right now, and the sad truth of that is, other ones may have to be set aside. Like skiing, training is a huge time commitment (with the time it takes to get too and from the hill) and I’m injured – perhaps it’s best to just accept that I’m not going to have a great season. Maybe I need to be less nice, delegate more with WISE, spend less time with my friends. I’m still working out how – but I know I need to make some changes.

    Second, there’s no “Cate” on this list – just a bunch of things that Cate does. There’s no chilling out and watching movies. There’s no go swimming even though I’m not training for anything specific. There’s no sleeping in, or kicking back and reading a whole novel. No baking of cakes, or skating, or xc-skiing, or any of the myriad of things that I like to do but don’t do enough to merit their own role.

    I’m in danger of becoming a list of attributes that you could define in XML – because I’m not making time for anything not on the list. Because I’m not making time for me.

    This will – hopefully – be my last real semester. I think this situation is normal, but not permanent.

    Remind me, please, when I’m done, to choose something not on the list – and enjoy it.