so last week, we had a "review meeting" with one of the "supervisors" of our "special examination" in "political psychology." and the stated purpose of this review meeting was to "think through" possible questions and "get a sense" of the "possible content" of the exam. and in actuality the review meeting consisted of
minute 0. "read this."
minute 30. "here's a question." said question requests a "research agenda."
minute 32. dead silence.
minute 32.5. i break. i begin blathering. i stammer out a possible "research agenda."
minute 33. still blathering.
minute 34. supervisor breaks in with "i guess...but don't you think that's a little...namby-pamby?"
and so on. anyway, today we took the stupid godforsaken political psych exam; all four of us managed to include the phrase "namby-pamby" somewhere in our essays.
fight the power, friends.
in other news, last night i had (yet) a(nother) anxiety dream; in this one, sarah perry told me she didn't like me any more and then ditched me for jacob hacker. sigh.
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amelia.hoover@[university].edu
welcome to my blog. i'm a ph.d. candidate in political science at yale, a native midwesterner, and a happy californian. right now my research is about armed organizations and how they organize their violence against noncombatants, or fail to. i'm also interested in intentional community, gender in the academy, grad school pedagogy, fat politics, the religious left, my partner, our local farmers' market and idiosyncratic capitalization practices.