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And then the lack of motivation turned into fear – because after several months, I felt it had been too long to come back. Who would still care to read what I had to write? I was and still am afraid of being rejected. So I did what a lot of students I meet with do: I froze.
As the year is winding down and the temperature is dropping, we are entering a time of rest and reflection.Continue Reading
It’s no secret that working in any helping profession, such as higher education, can be exhausting work. Working with aContinue Reading
A recent Facebook post reminded me of a pivotal moment during my time as a graduate assistant, earning my master’s degree in higher education. I worked 20 hours in the dean’s office, specifically helping students with disabilities get their proper accommodations. The work was draining, to say the least. A fellow classmate, who was completing her doc program, walked by. What started as a quick “hello”, turned into a deep, half hour conversation about our work that ultimately culminated in her telling me this: You’re not that important.
That right there, that’s me. With the short hair, the brightly colored tattoos and the two nose piercings. My noseContinue Reading
Before I say goodbye to 2019, I have to acknowledge everything I learned this year, working in higher education. I hope that my lessons will inspire you to reflect on your 2019 and, as always, please share your thoughts in the comments.
We have reached the final moments of 2019 and I am in the midst of reflecting on the past yearContinue Reading
As a woman, I have always had a very adversarial relationship with apologies. As a young girl I suffered, asContinue Reading
I’m not a big coffee drinker but even when I do indulge in the occasional Peppermint Mocha, it does notContinue Reading
My heart felt heavy. I was sad and pissed at the same time. “You wait until the last minute to come see me, you see all of the students waiting out there, and then you have the audacity to mark ME as less than satisfactory?” was the refrain I played in my head for the next day and a half. The following morning, slumped in my office chair, head in my hands, I said to myself, “Sometimes I can’t stand this job”.
Danielle Victoria