Finals week 2013

So very ominous…

My first finals week of grad school is upon me, and yet I feel as though I couldn’t care less.  Perhaps it’s because only two of the three courses I’m taking have a final?  Perhaps it’s because I’m taking “research planning” (not even sure how to describe what that is…grad school 101?) and my advisors course?  Both of which I’m doing well in.  I am not going in blind, by any means.  I’ve studied over the materials…maybe three times.  These are not the most difficult courses offered in the department.  It is so hard to motivated at this point! Fake it till you make it…

In other news, I had a beautifully planned out course work list for the rest of my stay here.  HAD is the key word.  I tried to opt out of taking Advanced Food Processing, since I took a processing course at my undergrad university…but it seems they are trying to push me back into it.  Unfortunately, it is the same time as Waterborne Pathogens, which is what I really WANTED to take…Boo.  Now it seems that I will have to take an 8.30a course instead.  As if that wasn’t bad enough, I will be taking statistics in the summer…an 8.30a course that meets EVERY SINGLE DAY…until June.  Still, that’s no fun.

I am in the process of defining the methods for my masters research.  I will be making a little field trip (literally) to the research fields that the university has on the week after finals.  My husband and I are planning to load up the car and drive back to my home state for christmas break right after that.  Like, the next day.  I can’t wait to go home!  I’ve never attended university so far from home (which has pros and cons).  The pro here is that when we leave for break…we REALLY leave for break.  Can’t wait to disappear!

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And here we go again

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And right when you though it was over, it starts again.  This time with more to lose.  Things have been going well for me on the academic side, even a little on the personal side as well.  My classes are challenging but interesting, my advisor seems great, and my labmates are all friendly and easy to get along with.  This is a much better start than I had in my undergrad, where I was basically a loner for about half of my time there and struggled to get a foothold in the university system.  I suppose that’s the good part of graduate school, you know how school works and the department is smaller.  I wish I could say the same for my husband though…

Now his advisor has basically refused to give him any more intellectual support. “Oh thats not my area really…you’re on your own”.  What the hell is that?  Why did you tell him to change his area if you were going to turn around and say its not your area and not help him?  That is the only reason he changed- so that he could get the support he needed from his advisor.  Now the hubby is saying he is going to talk to the international office lady (who has helped him through all his paperwork and problems) about whats going on and if there is something more that can be done.  Doing a PhD on your own is…ridiculous.  So will it be here? Or Turkey?

The thing is,  I’m not sure he realizes that there is very little difference.  Seeing as the classes are not his problem, its the people.  People have been his problem since day 1, even during his undergrad experience in Turkey.  Sure, when we think of Turkey we think of sunny skies, picnics, the beach, delicious food, and spending time with his family…because that’s what we did two years ago when we visited last.  Turkey was a vacation.  If we leave now, however, it won’t be.  Turkey will be life again.  Same people, same problems, different language.  He’s too busy here to go on picnics, go to the beach, go to see my family (that are now 7hrs away)…the story will not change when we go to Turkey. Working in his PhD there, he will be too busy for fun and his family, also, will be around 7hrs away.  It seems to me that Turkey as a solution is not all it is cracked up to be.  I hope he realizes that before he makes a decision that changes both our lives completely.  Maybe for the better. Maybe for the worse.