My Dissertation Hot Take Is That When Online Publishing Platforms Like Medium Or Science Restrict Their

i can add some stuff that happened in my uni :D

during exam season all the libraries were chocked full, and someone printed out an official-looking notice saying 'DESIGNATED CRYING AREA (please be respectful of other students who are also using of this space)' and plastered it on the wall of the main bathroom.

i have watched the downfall of the human psyche in the course's discord server.

i've also seen new rules added to that discord server which are SO alarming ('do not use this server to facilitate the sale of narcotics' is my favourite).

a bunch of writers locked themselves in the basement of the library for an overnight write-athon but got bored at around 2 am and started hunting the shelves for books about witchcraft and sex magic.

i met this student during a gay bar crawl but it turned out his field of study was complimentary to mine. That night, we drunkenly staggered from one bar to another while we talked about using code to optimise data collection in hospitals, arrived at the next bar and drank ourselves stupid, left to go to the next place, then repeated all that until 2 am.

there's a beautiful park not far from one of the campus buildings, so students go there in their breaks to clear their minds. The park is overrun with geese which frequently attack any children who go near them.

chaotic academia things i witnessed with my own eyes👁️👁️

a dude working on an assignment in the middle of another class

"what else is going to keep me awake if not cocaine?"

red eyes from all nighters

taking so many voluntary courses you forget about your major

the introduction of meme Thursday™

"ever noticed how the prof has like super muscular calves?"

skipping class to work on several overdue presentations

conversations involving three languages

the hysterical laughter that occurred after the prof chose to abbreviate 'maximum prepositional phrase' to 'maximum pp'

My temporary research desk at my parents' house.

girls be like “im fighting demons” and the demon is a degree they chose for themselves

writing a garbage essay feels like you’re the cow who gave birth to the two headed calf. in the morning, my professor will wrap him in newspaper and dissect him on a cold operating table. but here he is alive, under the pale glow of my computer screen. he is beautiful. there are twice as many logical fallacies as usual.

on that github grind 🔥

DAILY AFFIRMATIONS

1. I AM A GOOD LITTLE LAB EXPERIMENT

2. MY SUFFERING IS FOR THE GREATER GOOD

3. THE SCIENTIST THAT EXPERIMENTS ON ME LOVES ME UNCONDITIONALLY

4. I LOVE GOING INTO THE TUBE/JAR/INSERT RELEVANT APPARATUS OF CONTAINMENT

Reblog to share with your friends who are also Scientific specimens🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

every time i feel like i haven’t done enough things to be proud of myself during the day there’s the voice of louise glück that emerges softly in my ears and says if you missed a day there’s always the next and if you missed a year it didn’t matter the hills weren’t going anywhere the thyme and rosemary kept coming back.. and i feel like life is beautiful and kind to me again

man left without meaningful tasks for a week seen walking around with a notepad to critically assess all the wall-ceiling angles in his home with genuine contempt