Five weeks down, 4 years to go
I’m convinced one day I will look up and realize I’m not a graduate student anymore, with no memory of how I got there. The first five weeks of semester one have flown by. In order to prevent my experiences from disappearing into the void where my long term memory should be, I’ll record them here.
Tonight I attended a diversity seminar. I wonder if political correctness sometimes prevents an open dialog.
Classes are going well - lots of homework. I believe there is a correlation between the number of TAs a professor has for a course and the amount of homework assigned.
I’ve no idea how to measure research progress. It feels like we’re moving forward. Yesterday, I was considering writing a blog post reflecting on a quote by Einstein.
If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?
Depending on the situation, those words could be reassurance or a justification for lack of progress.
It’s definitely not an “if an only if” statement. Let us not be followed into believing not knowing what we are doing implies we are doing research.