I mailed in a check for a security deposit on a townhouse in State College, PA today. It is real. I am moving there in August, and I even know exactly what my address will be. And dudes, this place is ca-yute.
Speaking of real, I'm working on a presentation for our lab meeting on Monday, where I tell people what I think is happening with my dissertation data. (Good timing, considering I just mailed away several hundred dollars, the need for which is predicated on me saying something intelligent about these very data.) I am struck by how much more real my data seem when I put them in a Power Point presentation. Maybe it sounds silly, but when I'm staring at graphs and numbers on my computer, or in my notebook, I feel like I'm kind of faking it. But when I make a nice presentation with an intro and a conclusion and everything, I almost start to believe myself. When you take random graphs and numbers and structure them into a reasonable story, with predictions and results and citations, it starts to become within the realm of possibility that I may have done or found something interesting.
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| (from xkcd) |
2 comments:
fake it 'til you make it I guess. You've never been confident in the results of your abilities; as your mother, I've always known how awesome they/you are :) The thing is, you always put in 100% effort, so your success is guaranteed. I suppose all you genuises second-guess yourselves.
Huh?
Love you,
Grandma
Love you,
Grandma
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