#PostGrad

[studyanthropy]

06.04.25 - weekly studying summary

phd supervisor meeting

intro chapter from authoring a phd

lecture-focused assistive tech training facility

perfect march in duolingo

recorded lecture

song: what else can i do? from encanto by diane guerrero, stephanie beatriz

i had little to no motivation to do anything last week, but got a lot of my motivation back this week. constantly reminding myself that - especially with adhd - motivation follows action, not the other way around. also had a lovely couple of cafe study sessions with my sibling and my mum.

[foxscarf]

31.7.24

Time to start another day! Postgrad research is working me hard now it's truly underway. 😅

45/100 days of productivity

[workingtowardsthatphd]

welcome back to my studyblr!

(a new introduction now that I am starting my MA in the next week! this is an update for those of you who are already following me and an introduction for any new people!)

☕ about me!

Cal, 21, UK, she/they

 ☕ studying!

Master of Arts - MA, Historical Research (Sep 2024 - Jul 2026)

 ☕ hobbies!

reading, writing, ice skating (I'm hoping to pick that back up while doing my MA), & baking!

 ☕ what do I post?

general tips for uni life, daily updates, general thoughts.

 ☕ tags:

#cal talks #ask me #dissertation #postgrad #study tip

feel free to send me any questions about both postgrad and undergrad life, I am here to help!!

[bookofhappyescapes]

*Gets very gender haircut*

My friend: Oh my god, you look like a postgraduate anthropology student

[dorkylove]

My dumbass brain be thinking about how amazing a Drakgo spin off show would be, watching their relationship develop post grad with like songs and shizz...let's be real, Drakken loves a sing song and Shego deffo deserves one...or ten.😂

[youaremydearestpunishment]

girls turn a certain age and only think of one thing.

oxford oxford oxford oxford

[magicalgirlpropaganda]

I actually am so fucking scared of graduating that I genuinely dont know what im going to do after i graduate. In fact i think id secretly be so happy if i failed a class and had to stay another semester but thats more money so i cant do tht. I hate my school and living in a dorm sucks but after it is prob going to be worse bcs ill have real responsibilities, i have to work every day, i can't be high at work, dress code, no time to do anything

[thefakepolyglot]

Postgrad Life and Back to Langblr

Hello everyone! I have been gone from langblr for a hot minute now, but after graduating from university in May and being left to my own devices in terms of language learning, I am focusing once more on this blog.

Thanks to all who have stuck out this account! I love seeing some of my posts still get notes years from when I posted them, always gives me a little bit of a nudge to come back and be more active. This time, I hope I'm here to stay.

Don't know if langblr is even that active anymore, but I hope that even if there's just a few of us left, we can use this platform to hold ourselves accountable and stay connected with other language learners.

I hope I'll see some familiar faces online, and I hope you'll keep an eye out for mine :)

[cosmicawg]

A First for Everything

So, I graduated like… wait, let me count on my fingers… three months ago? And honestly, I feel so unbelievably free, it's kinda terrifying. I’ve had way too much time to just sit, stare at my story folders, and, well… exist. But guess what? I’m kinda back. Out of nowhere, I got this crazy burst of motivation to actually do something. Shocking, right?

For the past few weeks, I’ve been writing, sending out job apps, and even learning how to drive (which, by the way, is way less stressful than deciding if my main character should die in the end). But now? Now I’m taking things seriously. I’m pushing my writing further, focusing on myself, and ignoring anyone who tries to tell me otherwise.

"I could do this all day."

courtesy of cosmicawg

[studyanthropy]

100 days of productivity

day 4/100

colonising philanthropy webinar

reviewed webinar transcript

day 5/100

completed learning log

completed assessed forum contribution

reviewed next week's assignments

[dandelions-in-the-rain]

I've been sitting at my desk for too long. it's time for me to be in a misty forest in the mountains with a bunch of moss and little mushrooms and hidden waterfalls

[workingtowardsthatphd]

friendly reminder!

Reflect on Your Experiences! Regularly take time to reflect on what you’ve learned, both academically and personally. This can help you grow and make informed decisions about your future.

[theoddvet]

What’s your experience on how ADHD and post-graduate study impact your relationships?

Hey! I'm sorry for the delay as this has been sitting in my inbox while I've been trying to figure out how to answer it properly as it definitely sparks a lot of feelings and thoughts.

The impact is more than I expected, particularly with how my ADHD has affected my relationships. My disability is most notably a social one as well as an inability to control where my focus goes. I have always struggled to make and maintain friendships because of my lack of self identity and the fact that I am shit at maintaining streams of communication; I become a chameleon of sorts and it results in superficial friendships because I never really connect with someone based on who I truly am.

Partnerships I am a bit better at as I feel I can be more myself, but the communication is still lacking at times and can cause issues such as miscommunication, forgetting to inform my partners of my plans, or forgetting to assure them that they are appreciated.

But with all forms of relationships one thing I do consistently experience is the ADHD drive to change my life and to change my situation after a certain point. I've gotten more adept at controlling those feelings as I became aware of their origin but for a long time I thought I needed to follow those instincts and that led to many lost friendships and many flings.

Post graduate study has been an intriguing experience as I have had to juggle my full adult life that I developed after my undergraduate course and becoming a student again, essentially. It's definitely more challenging than undergraduate study just out of highschool, which was my original experience. The process of undertaking postgraduate study is actually what led to my ADHD diagnosis, as I had moved from a high-paced, highly variable work schedule where I was on my feet all day to a self-paced, self-driven work load in an office environment and I wasn't coping.

It's impact on my relationships is mostly dependent on my time management skills and ability to maintain my self care strategies in the face of heightened mental exhaustion. If I don't keep up with the things that fill my cup, like running, spending time with my dogs, reading, and getting some alone time, I become too tired and overwhelmed to focus my attention on friends, partners, and family.

To be honest, ADHD has the biggest impact and heavily factors into how post-graduate study also impacts my relationships. I would guess that if I didn't have this mental handicap, I wouldn't struggle so much overall.

Thanks for the question, it has been really thought-provoking.

[bellumcatilina]

finished my second cicero dissertation I’m FREEEEE

[proseandpeonies]

does anyone have any wisdom about applying to international universities for postgrad? i need to get the fuck out of the us lmao

[meddlecine]

Fixing broken hearts in med school.

The hardest part about med school hasn’t been med school itself. (Although, I’m scrunching my eyebrows up as I write this, so maybe that’s not entirely true).  The hardest part about med school has been having a boyfriend.  Maybe that’s why I don’t have one anymore.

I moved out of our apartment in January, just one week before starting my second year of medical school. We agreed that me moving out would be best for the relationship. He would take over the lease, and I wouldn’t have to worry so much about money. Up until that point, I felt like I’d tried everything, from dyeing my soul every colour under the sun in the hope that he would fall back in love with just one shade. I tried, I really, really did. But the exhaustion from meticulously choosing every word and placating my tone in the anticipation of the next thing to go wrong, was unlike anything else. He wasn’t being rude, he insisted, just being honest. And if I couldn’t take it, then that was my problem.  I’d been seeing a psychologist, who eventually, after many sessions, shared that she couldn’t believe how much effort I was putting into this sinking ship. She suggested couples’ counselling. He refused.

Had it been going on for some time? Of course it had, but there was never a ‘good’ time to end things (is there ever?). What a laughable concept! “I’m a little busy this week, maybe we can break up next Thursday at 7pm?” To make matters worse and prolong the inevitable even further, I was always determined that there was something that I hadn’t tried yet. It didn’t matter though, because it kept happening over, and over, and over. No matter what I tried to change about myself, nothing worked. Not even the happiest of occasions could blunt the edge I was skating on: I was a bridesmaid for my best friend from school, and felt more alive and glowing than I had in months. But despite every determination to keep the makeup pristine, I couldn’t help let a few tears slip during the ceremony. The vows were beautiful, it’s true, but I think that part of me was quietly grieving as I grew to understand that the guy attending that wedding with me would never, ever love me in the same unconditional way that the groom loves my best friend. And I knew that he would never want to try, because he told me so. It didn’t matter how beautiful I looked that day on the outside. On the inside, I couldn’t help but feel my heart sink as it caught up to my head.

My spirit and self-esteem had been slowly pushed further and further into the ground to the point that I believed that maybe he was right. Maybe I am difficult, and stubborn, and dismissive, and unappreciative. In desperation, I reached out to an old ex of mine, a gorgeous Parisian lawyer who was always kind, honest, and made me laugh. He admitted that although it’d been a long time since we were together, there was no reason to ever justify such outbursts of anger, and assured me that I wasn’t any of those things that I’d listed above. “But of course, you’re not perfect!” he added. I smiled and raised my eyebrows at the message, grateful for his candour, all the while thinking that I probably could’ve done without the last comment. It’s a shame things never worked out with him; I can only assume he is happy with his life in France, as he very much deserves, but he at least serves as a sobering reminder for how I should be treated. I paused and cast my mind back. Our time together is a memory long gone now, but I still remember enough to know that I missed how I felt when we were together: calm, safe, my cheeks often aching from laughing at his quick wit. All things that I didn’t have now. His one small message of kindness after all these years made me realise how miserable I really was.

Because, when I thought about it... could I survive the next 3 years of medical school, plus my training with chaotically unpredictable ups and downs? I’d heard that medicine puts a strain on your relationships, but with or without med school, I don’t think I could survive this. Just a week prior, only a few days before my final exams for the year, we’d had a fight. Another one. No matter my attempts of resolution, they were met with jagged stares of contempt and crushing silence, and so finally, after three days of drowning in an ocean of anxiety, I pleaded for some kind of resolve. I couldn’t eat, sleep, or study from the stress-induced migraines, and was a complete mess at the idea that I would lose my relationship and fail my exams. “So it’s my fault if you fail your exams?” he scoffed. He told me to get over it. I patched things up as best as I could, determined to not let someone who could be so indifferent towards my feelings be my downfall. Miraculously, I passed my exams. But I knew that next time I might not be so lucky.

Moving out bought me one more month.  It sucks, but everything was clearly crumbling around me.  It wasn’t all bad—no one gets into a relationship with someone who’s like this at the start. There were many wonderful, fun, whimsical moments in the years we were together, and the guy I left isn’t the guy I first met.  In the end we just...  weren’t the right fit for each other.  So, I may be alone now, but I’m okay with that. For now, I love talking to the patients and hearing their stories, and I love seeing someone’s eyes light up when I ask them how they met the love of their life.

Hopefully one day I’ll get to share mine.