Week 7

I've had a slow week. Granted, it's only Wednesday, but it's not been fun. At the moment, I feel like I'm slogging away for not really a lot of reward. I'm still waiting for things to happen (hopefully, the waiting won't be too much longer), and it's driving me slightly mad. I'm sure I'll feel better in a couple of weeks, but right now I'm not particularly happy.

This week, my lectures are overwhelmingly uninteresting. I have to study prejudice amongst children. I remember when I did my A-Levels thinking how much I hated the topic of prejudice. That hasn't changed over almost six years. I'm not interested. Everyone knows what an in-group and out-group are. Everyone knows we prefer the in-group to the out-group. So why are we looking at the same study over and over again?

Ok, I confess that I'm slightly biased anyway, largely due to my dislike of social psychology. I'm sure it has its place, but I don't want to be part of it. My university is renowned for its social psychology department, so I probably should have gone to another uni for my BSc. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, although I wouldn't have met my friends if I'd have gone anywhere else, and I'm sure I wouldn't have gotten as much experience. Luckily, I only have one more year of studying stuff I just don't care about (well, hopefully).

Last week, I also had the joy of being told my future career path was 'pointless'. I didn't argue back, largely because it had been a long day and this particular lecturer doesn't seem like the sort of person who would listen to rational argument. I'm not sure what I felt at the time. Tired, probably. Later I felt quite annoyed, and I reached the conclusion (along with a few of my friends) that said lecturer was just plain rude.

On a more positive note, I finally handed in my research proposal. Apparently, I handed mine in just as others have started theirs. Quite what possesses people to leave such an important piece of work to the week before it's due in, I will never understand. But still, it's their choice, not mine. It will be a good few weeks until I find out how I've done. I'm not convinced that I'll get a great grade for it - largely because the word limit imposed, while suited for someone running a short questionnaire project, doesn't exactly fit with someone running a clinical trial over a number of months. But there we have it.

Sadly, I feel this post has a bit of a deflated air about it. This probably reflects my general mood at the moment, although the reasons for this are perhaps beyond the scope of a blog on the internet. I feel I'm in dire need of a holiday somewhere - so I don't have to think about studying or working or anything else. Sadly, this probably won't happen until the summer (hopefully by which time I will be feeling much better anyway). Tonight though, I'm off to the theatre to watch an opera. It will make a change to go out and do something fun - although I'll be there on my own. Still, I like to think this all contributes to my definition of an 'independent woman', along with rescuing spiders and opening jars by myself...