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How do I tell my adviser I no longer want what he wants for me?

admin October 19th, 2007

After much angst, self reflection, book reading, internet surfing, and conversations with my husband, I am pretty sure that science writing is the way I want to go. I entered graduate school with the goal of becoming a tenure track professor at a large research university, a goal enthusiastically supported by my advisers. They continue to have this goal for me, although they warn that my publication list will need to be bulked up if I ever really want a good job.

This is something that I am well aware of, and something that used to make me question my worth as a researcher, but now I just can’t seem to get too upset about it. I am taking my lack of hysteria as another indication that my goals might have changed. My advisers want me to try for a postdoc with another big name research star, thinking that I will gain another valuable contact, and also that this star lab will help me boost my publication record. They probably also feel that such a place might motivate me to work more. What they don’t know about my low publication list is that it reflects many months of desperate self-doubt and depression, followed by an increasing understanding that I really don’t want to do this anymore.

The thing is that if I really wanted to, I could probably do exactly what they say and end up “successful” with a tenure track job at one of the top universities. Though my number of publications might be small compared to the people here, they have won awards, and I have a few things in the pipeline right now that should yield very good results before I leave. I continue to look through postings, and I have found what would a few years ago have been very exciting advertisements, but I just cannot get myself to apply. First of all, that publication list would probably put me out of the running, but even if I were to get a fellowship, I have serious doubts that I would accept it.

So now what I need to do is to tell my advisers that the path I started on when I first came here is no longer the one I think that I am on now. I need to tell them that their time and energy trying to guide me to what they thought I wanted will not be used in the way they thought. There is a recent article in The Chronicle in which a professor describes students who change their career goals as dishonest and a waste of time. Like many of the posters in the forum there, I think this woman has a severe misunderstanding of her role as adviser, and needs to consider that her students are adults, that people change, and that tenure at an R1 university is not the only way to claim success. Still, I feel like I will be a disappointment to my advisers who had such high hopes for me in academia, and who were so personally invested and excited about my future career.

One of my advisers, when I had thought that I wanted to go into business told me “gold will shine brightly no matter what it is fashioned into” which I took as a great compliment. I hope he still feels this way. I think that he will be supportive of my choice, but deep down I know that he wants all his students to go on to be professors, and it is those with these goals that he cares for the most. I am worried that when I tell him my new goals, I will meet with some kind of subconscious bias on his part, and I will not receive as much advice, consideration, and help with my graduation plans. Not that I really get that much advice anyway, but I sure do cherish what I get.

My other adviser is usually a little easier to talk to, but he has been on the warpath recently about my publication record. It is as though he stuck his head up, realized that I was to graduate soon, and completely freaked out. There is little I can do about this in the time I have left here other than to finish up the projects I am working on and publish them. Several I think are very good, but he is not impressed and so constantly reminds me of upcoming due dates for which I lack data. I have already lost sleep on this so his pressure really isn’t helping. As far as my long term goals, I breeched the subject of science writing with him recently, and he told me, “Well that doesn’t sound like much fun.” I am ashamed to say that I completely folded and didn’t say much more about it. Later I emailed him something relevant, and he wrote back a disparaging “What is it about estrogen that is attracted to this?” I am hoping he meant it as humorous.

I wrote back that although by nature I tend not to align well with other women, I was guessing that there are several both nature and nurture reasons why women may be attracted to these opportunities. I wrote that I would guess that there are a number of women who have received advanced degrees looking to do something else and see this as a good opportunity. I told him that according to the statistics I read, women in science continue to leave academia for many reasons, and they have to go somewhere. Choices are industry, marketing and sales, teaching at a lower level, policy, patenting, and writing. Since industry poses many of the obstacles and downsides that academia does (and by these I mean both those that only affect women, and those that affect all professors), there are fewer women in industry compared to other disciplines, but the disparity isn’t as large. Plus, with writing, there is the opportunity to freelance, and is not geographically restrictive, i.e. good for children.

Personally, I told him that it looked to me that I would be my own boss, could learn about new things constantly, get to meet interesting people, get to be creative on a daily basis, and could use it as a springboard to many other opportunities. I would not have to worry about moving all over the place, and wouldn’t stress about tenure or grants. I’d get to think about science all day and I would get to write. Since these are many of the things that also attracted me to academia, it seems natural that when I am sick of the lab, it looks pretty tempting.

Does this seem to you like someone who “just can’t cut it” in academia, or someone who is just looking for something easier so that she doesn’t need to work so hard? I have thought and thought about this issue, but I worry that these are the conclusions my advisers will come to when I tell them.

I long to “come out” to my advisers, since I value honesty, am awful at lying, and figure that they are there to help me whatever choice I make, but I also fear what may happen if I tell them what I want. I need to graduate and I would like to have some support in the next year to help me do that. I have seen what has happened to students who lost the respect of my advisers, and it is not pretty. I do not want to be this student. I need glowing letters of recommendation from both of them. It is just that I need to figure out how to mask the fact that they are for science writing, not R1 fellowships I am applying for.

So, I just don’t know what to do. I think about these things every. single. day. Science writing is the only thing that I have been able to get excited about since I starting thinking about what I want to do. I get animated and happy when I think about it. Here in the office or the lab, I feel bored and helpless. I have to force myself into the lab to get something real accomplished every day. I am hoping that maybe soon I will get pregnant, and I will be able to use this as an excuse to “slow down” my science career. At any rate, I need to tell them. I’m just not sure how.

A great way to get grad students into the lab

admin October 19th, 2007

For the past several days there have been men running around our building doing some kind of remodeling. I am not sure exactly what this remodeling entails, but they tell me that at the end we will have new improved fabulous beautiful lab space. In the grand scale of things, this is a good development, because it means that the period of obscene overcharging, regulatory setbacks, and just pointless time wasting is over, and they are finally going to convert some of the unused classrooms in the building into something useable.

However

Right now as I write this, my feet are vibrating, and I am listening to the deafening sound of, well, I don’t know. It’s not quite a drill, and not quite a saw, but something that vibrates alternately at a low enough frequency to shake my body, and a high enough pitch to permanently ruin my hearing. Then after several minutes of this, there is loud banging, followed by more of the awful vibrating. I don’t know how the guy down there stands it, because I at least have the floor to shield me from the sound, and I am about to put in those earplugs I popped into my purse a while back after not needing them in the plane. One of my colleagues has just left, saying that he just can’t take it anymore. I had considered ditching my office to go do something downstairs in the lab, but it occurred to me that this obnoxious noise (which by the way I am sure is way above the OSHA allowed decibel limit) might possibly be even worse down there in the basement.

Random musings from a few weeks ago

admin October 16th, 2007

I don’t know why I didn’t post this when I wrote it. I am remedying that now.

So I am guessing that if anyone had been browsing through this thing, they have long stopped by now, owing to my complete lack of activity. It is not that I forget about my blog. No, in fact I visit most every day to click on my sidebar of links so that I can go and read everyone else’s successful series of posts. Reading is so much easier than writing, really. And I know what’s been going on with me. So what’s up with you?

But I started this thing to write. If all I wanted to do was click on links there are much easier ways to organize. And I can’t help appreciating those people who usually update once (sometimes twice!) a day. So, here is what is going on with me:

- Polictics! Yay! It appears that W Bush may be making history as one of the most disliked (and I think worst) ever Presidents. Thank you. Finally the rest of the country is wising up. I think the poor man really wanted to do good things, he just has no idea how. Don’t blame me – I voted, but not for him. On the upside, I don’t really think that we can do worse no matter who gets elected next. On the downside, it is going to take a while to get over the damage he has done to the country for 8 (8!!) years. Feel free to disagree. Apparently, though if you do, you will be in the 35 or so percent minority.
- Religion. I don’t like it. The God Delusion is a fantastic book. Go read it to learn why I don’t tend to like religion. I have plenty of religious friends, but there are just so many reasons why we don’t need it and why it can be detrimental. As a scientist I also just cannot understand what the beef is with evolution. If there is anything that we really have plenty of evidence for, it’s evolution. Get over it. Start arguing about gravity or something. Gravitation is a “theory” too.
- What do I want to do with my life? I have no idea. It changes daily. I keep coming back to the professor thing. Sometimes I think I want to be an architect, but I gather that life is still not all fun and glory. I hope to be soon meeting some successful happy professors who will tell me how they do it, how much they love it, and why I should do it too. And we will all live happily ever after, the end.

Baby or Career? Internet fairy, where are you?

admin October 6th, 2007

Well internet, I pose to you a question. Should I have a baby, or should I start my new career?

Really, I suppose the question is more nuanced than this. Really it is, should I go ahead and try to get pregnant now so that I can have a baby this summer, a perfect time when my family would be more able to help, a perfect time when I (hopefully) will have just graduated and so will be wanting to take off and reevaluate anyway, a perfect time because my brain is telling me almost daily that really I want to be pregnant already, a time my husband and I have been planning for months. OR. Or should I plan on being accepted into these incredibly exciting internship opportunities (not near home) that could be huge stepping stones on my way to branching out into a new career, a career that comes with a huge learning curve, acknowledge that a pregnancy, or worse a new infant would make that experience much more difficult if not impossible, and once again try putting off this huge life development? Of course it could happen that I could try to get pregnant now and it would take a while. It could also happen that I could put off having a baby just to be rejected from every program that I am hoping for. But I can’t plan for that. I have to plan as if I know what I am doing. The problem is that I have no idea what I am doing.

Can you do an internship i and be pregnant or breastfeeding? Even more pressing can you do one, possibly unpaid, most likely geographically separated from your income producing husband? I am thinking it would be almost impossibly difficult. I hate this. People ask why young women inherently have a more difficult time gaining high powered careers than men. I am mid-upper 20s. This is the time. This is the time for both career and family, and doing both right now just seems impossible. This is the reason. Internet, what do I do?

In which I bitch and moan

admin October 4th, 2007

In the interest of providing a more accurate portrayal of my day to day life in PhD gradschoolland I have decided to try and update more regularly. I feel that I should portray both the positive and negatives of the experience, so I apologize ahead of time for the complain fest about to occur. But not too much.

So I need some data. Really really badly. The thing is, I need to get the equipment to work properly and/or some tricky thing to work correctly to get it. Not so easy. The adviser is breathing down my back and I’m losing sleep over it. Anyone have any data that they aren’t really needing? Anyone? Didn’t think so.

I find it interesting that a good quarter of my group is also here tonight, right around 10:30. This didn’t use to be so. In the not too distant past when I was here past dinner time I was usually one of the only people. Perhaps this has to do with the emails my adviser has been sending out, hinting that people need to put in a minimum of 60 hours a week in the lab. Perhaps they need data too. Or maybe they are having a good time hanging out. Certainly does sound like it sometimes. I can’t understand what they say since 90% of the group is non-English speaking but I can’t believe it is all work going on around me. It’s a foreign boys club around here. Sigh…

Hello again

admin September 10th, 2007

Hello Internets [sic]

I know it has been a long time since I have updated this already very short blog. Do not think I have forgotten you, no; you are always on my mind. You were always there, a small, but palpable kernel of guilt, because I know I should be tending you, updating you, keeping you alive. I know that if I wanted to have any readers at all, that if this blog was ever going to be something other than my own private space, I needed to give at least a little, and often. I have not done that, and I’m sorry. But now let me tell you what I have been doing. I have so much to tell.

There has been much going on outside myself that is of note as well, but for now, I want to let you in on just me.

The short version is I’ve decided to finish my PhD (if only due to sunk costs, which I know you are supposed to ignore, but this time I think it makes sense, and those econ people change their tune every decade or so anyway and I still get off on the idea of people calling me “doctor”) and then completely change my career path. I am going to become one more leak in the pipeline, not because I am forced, or can’t cut it, or am unsuitable due to some gender pre-disposition, but because I’ve decided that I want to do something else. It is not a goal I can’t achieve, just a goal I no longer desire. In fact, my success at being a science PhD student is what I foresee will be one of my largest obstacles. People will not understand. So I am going to try to explain it to you.

I want to do the things that I would do if only I won the lottery. But I won’t win the lottery because I never play. So I’m going to do them now. And it is going to be wonderful. And I am so excited. But now a little background….

To an outsider I have been doing very little. In fact, both my advisors are pushing me hard to get some real data, to have a deliverable, to achieve real (rather than incremental) progress. I do want data, I do want progress, but the doing is getting more and more difficult. Some days I accomplish quite a bit and others nothing, but on average, I really could be accomplishing more while at work. It is a struggle. But I am at work every day. I’m here. So what am I doing?

Reading. Reading all kinds of things. I love reading. And the internet lets you read all the time about anything you want. I usually enjoy reading things with no real purpose, or at least reading about topics that are completely different from my work. But lately, I’ve been doing more directed reading. I’ve been reading blogs. Lots and lots of blogs. I find that blogs are a direct route to honest day to day information. Blogs are the memoirs of real people. I’ve been reading about happy academics, disillusioned scientists, people who love and hate their lives, mommy blogs and daddy blogs, dog blogs and business blogs, career blogs, and even sex tips blogs, which by the way are not porn, and always entertaining. And I thought to myself at the end of yet another very unproductive day of internet reading (sorry employers), “Why am I doing this?” And the answer came back “Because you’re unhappy.” And there it was. I wasn’t unhappy in the way you are unhappy after some small setback, or someone says something nasty about you, or you step back into a nasty pile of dog shit. I was reading about other people’s lives and careers to escape mine. (Oh except for the sex blogs. Those are just really interesting, and useful.)

And so I decided to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, which is a change, because a few months ago I would have had a definite answer. (The reason as to exactly why I no longer want to be a high-profile academic I will leave to another post) And that took a while. It took more reading, and lots of thinking, and talking to my husband. It took evaluating and re-evaluating and flip-flopping and second-guessing. I just couldn’t find something that I was crazy about. I took all kinds of quizzes, but discovered nothing new. I was interesting in many things, I was creative, I like people but not all of them, and I could do what I am doing now or something completely different. Great.

And then, I don’t know how, but I linked off of something to some books. And I read their descriptions, and I thought, SHIT this is me! I like keeping many things going at once. I love learning. I revel in new experiences. I love meeting and talking to new (often strange) people. I get bored easier than most people. Boredom is torture. I like change. I often wish I was born in a time when Renaissance Man (or woman?? – well, there are some good things about the present) was actually a career choice. Ben Franklin is the coolest dead white guy I don’t know.

It turns out I am a Scanner, a Renaissance Soul, or whatever else you want to call it, and there are others like me, and we actually can do what we like AND have an income. And this book will tell you all about it. Fuck. I bought the books. I never buy the books. (Self-help books are pointless and boring.) I bought the books. And they really are good books. If this sounds like you, go and check them out. I bet lots of you are like me. I bet you just don’t know it yet.

And now I am ready to quit my job (after the degree) and start off on a completely different path. My degree will always be my safety net, but I am giving myself the freedom to really do what I want. This is great! I am happy! And I have realized that the parts of me I really love, the spunky, creative, laid back parts of me have been getting buried under disenchantment, and boredom.

I’ll tell you more about it all, what I am going to do and how, what I have come to believe about the academic system, and my fears about telling the people who have seen me come this far later. Right now, I just wanted to re-introduce myself. I’m a scanner. How do you do?

Happy Woman Professor Day (I missed it)

admin April 23rd, 2007

I wrote this a while ago, and thought I lost it, but no, apparently I just don’t know how to use my interface. More original blogging to come shortly…

So here I am writing all about how it is so hard to find things to read about the rosy side of professoring (Spell check tells me this is not a word, but I say it is) , completely oblivious to the Happy Woman Professor Day posts that celebrated this exact topic only a few weeks ago (Valentines Day, that is). I am at the moment trying to compile a nice list of links t to all of these celebratory sites. I wish every profession had a “Happy Day” so that anyone interested in a certain path could find out the good parts from people who really do enjoy their jobs. I don’t really think we need a universal “Shitty Day” though. Not that it’s not useful, but it seems that the shitty parts are those that smack us in the face and make us want to write about them.

Just wish I knew

admin March 28th, 2007

So I have peed on three sticks now, all of which tell me that I am not pregnant. The thing is though, I am four days past my cycle time last month, and no sign of a period. So, that’s odd. Every time the stick shows a single pink line, I feel a kind of let down, and then relief. I think I would just like to know FOR SURE. The other thing that I’m worried about is that I managed to convince myself I wasn’t, and then went ahead and had a beer one night, a couple of margaritas two other nights, and now I’m wondering if that was a big mistake. Please forgive my stream of consciousness run-on sentences. Sigh… No wonder I seem completely unable to do anything constructive these days. Well, maybe that and my allergies. But the plants, they are gorgeous!

I’m also thinking quite a bit about what I want to do when I grow up. I have always wanted to be a professor. Always. It seemed like such a nice life: teaching and research, school holidays, distinguished colleagues, bright young pupils, freedom to be an individual, job security, travel, and time and flexibility for a family. This is why I am in grad school, this is why I am working on my PhD. But, I keep reading about how difficult it is, how women must fight to maintain work-life balance, how the money isn’t bad, but it’s not great either, how there is no guarantee of tenure, how I will most likely after all this work STILL need to go post doc, uprooting myself for low pay, how so many women have fled for law, business, or medicine, and I start to think maybe I should flee too. It doesn’t help that all the very distinguished professors around me seem to have sacrificed almost every other aspect of their lives, and many still don’t live that well. You still have to work like a dog in business or law, but at least you get compensated for it. You might never get tenure, but then you don’t have to worry about not getting it, and best of all, you don’t have to ask the government for your money. People actually pay you. If I want to have a kid soon, I will either have to usurp my husband from his job and somehow survive for a while on just my pay with the added cost of a child, or I will have to live apart from my husband and constantly worry that my child either won’t know me or my husband. I just don’t know if I am willing to do that. Plus, once the stint is over, we will most likely have to move AGAIN. Now, I love to move from place to place and to travel, but that unknown, that horrible possibility in which we don’t have enough money for ourselves, much less a family, terrifies me. And I shouldn’t have to worry like this. I am smart, creative, and spunky. I work hard. At the end, I will have a PhD in the sciences, and I will have to worry about FEEDING MY FAMILY? I am all about deferred gratification. But how long must one defer? I have worked my ass of for years, and I am getting the feeling it is high time to get some reward.

On the other hand, if I leave, I can never go back. And that scares me crazy too.

Where is the career fairy when you need her?

On the pipeline

admin March 22nd, 2007

I just finished reading a great essay on the state of science PhD students in the US. I applies equally to men and women, and boy does it ring true to me. Maybe we don’t need to only concentrate on pushing more women into the pipeline; maybe we need to make the pipeline a more attractive place to be.

http://www.phds.org/reading/guirr2002/teitelbaum.html

The Good

admin March 4th, 2007

At one point during my grad career, about two years in when I was watching everyone around me belch up publications while I was desperately trying to get someone to believe in my work enough to let me do it, when co-workers were hinting that I wasn’t working up to par, when one in particular told me I was only there because I was a woman (jokingly, but..), I hit bottom.

Now, I am normally a very confident, very positive person. If worrying doesn’t help, don’t do it. Quit whining. FIX THE PROBLEM.

But this time was different. It snuck up on me. It was as if each morning someone placed another pebble on my shoulder, until one day they combined to crush me. I would have moments of joy, but they become more fleeting. I would pick fights with my husband, blaming him for my bad moods. I was constantly exhausted. I felt like crying but didn’t have the energy. I couldn’t do anything. It was an effort just to hoist myself out of my chair long enough to walk to the bathroom to pee. I remember being hungry but not being able to find the energy to make something to eat. At home I would just sit for hours staring. I looked up depression online and began recognizing more and more symptoms. When it got really bad I tried to make an appointment with the counseling center but they told me I had to walk over there to get an appointment. What kind of place makes depressed people WALK A MILE to make an appointment?! A place with a serious priority problem, that’s where. But I digress… The point is I was spending hours and hours a day doing nothing but sitting in my chair in front of my computer, trying hard to look like I was working.

And what was I doing while I was sitting there in my chair in front of my computer screen? I was reading. I was reading anecdotes of woman engineers, and woman mothers. I was reading about the state of women in the pipeline. I was reading about job satisfaction of these young academics. I was reading statistics about academic women and children. I was reading about the funding situation, and about stress in academia. And you know what? The picture was dismal. The internet tells me that in general academia is a sorry state of affairs, but women in particular might as well just go ahead and start chopping off fingers. It told me: Women can’t make it or don’t want to, and if they do, they can’t have kids, and if they have kids they will never get what they want and they will make less money. The internet was telling me to throw in the towel, that there was no light at the end of the tunnel, that I would work and strive and sacrifice and make less money and have less fun and achieve less than everyone else. I would work my ass off to be unhappy. It would never get better. Every day was near to living in hell. This is what the internet told me.

And then one day I was sitting in my car with my husband, and I looked out into a deep ravine, and I said, “You know, I could just push my foot down and we would go into that ravine. But then I would hurt you. I’ll have to do it after you get out of the car.” And he looked at me with such hurt and concern, that I knew I had to do something about this problem. And the next day my adviser sat me down, told me what he expected, and sketched out a plan of how we were going to do this. (WHY hadn’t we done this two years ago??) And then things got better. Slowly, it got better.

I still have my off days now, but I can recognize it when it comes, and most of the time I can run the other direction. But I have noticed that every time, I go back to the internet, looking for some good news, looking for some happy anecdotes, looking for those happy stories in which it is all worthwhile, and I’m telling you that they are out there but they are VERY HARD TO FIND. It makes sense really. We can vent here when we can’t vent to anyone else. We write it down to get it of our heads. When things are good you don’t feel like telling everyone. No one wants to brag. No one wants to rock a happy boat. But those days when I am sitting at my chair, unable to finish the work I am supposed to be doing, searching for hours to find one ounce of positive feedback, just a bit of anonymous encouragement, I understand exactly why so many women leave academia before they even get started. You can only work so long before you have to see the light at the end of the tunnel. You can only search so long without finding gold.

So please, all you young academics out there, going through the motions, having families, getting tenure, raising students, tell us about the good. Tell us why you haven’t left to open a bar in Tahiti. Tell us why you don’t use your equipment to start a meth emporium. Tell us why you don’t read palms over the phone. Tell us why you love being a scientist. Tell us about that moment of discovery, the paper that got published, those students that you reached. Tell us about how much you enjoy your children, how they are doing well despite your continued ambitions, how it can be helpful to be able to explain the phases of the moon, or why the crickets are chirping. Tell us about how you travel and attend conferences and meet cool people, about how when you walk around campus there are people speaking five different languages, and some with T-shirts that make references to sex with integrals, and some with pink hair. Tell us when the birds sing, and the flowers bloom, and you get a pat on the back. Because these are the things we need to hear. We need the good as well as the bad. We need to know why we should do this. Please, for the sake of those people sitting in their chairs wondering why the hell they are there, print the good.

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