Monday, January 17, 2011
that's a joke, right?
this week i begin my studies for my preliminary exams. to make a long story short: i have to read roughly 3 books a day, every day, for the next 5 months. is this possible? no. do i still have to do it? yes.
everyone knows it's impossible. no one seems to care that there might be a better way to instill knowledge that doesn't involve conquering an impossible task. it just supports my theory that getting a Ph.D. has nothing to do with intelligence and everything to do with survival. if you somehow manage to survive the process of an impossible task... well then. well done. if you break down, emotionally and intellectually, under the pressure of such a paradox... you're just not suited to have a Ph.D.
...which kind of suggests that the folks who bow out might be saner and/or, dare i say it, even smarter than us poor bastards who say, "3 books a day? sure, no problem! and you'd like me to retain that information, would you? also no problem! and how high will i be jumping in the near future? ah. good. will the hoops be on fire? well, let's be honest, if they weren't i would've been disappointed. thank you for the opportunity to debase myself in front of experts and cry myself to sleep on my bathroom floor while attempting to understand french philosophy, phenomenology, and a frightening array of interdisciplinary treatises. no, really. it's my PLEASURE."
by june i will either be exponentially smarter... or i will be brain dead. good times.