#grad school notes

[plannerotaku]

It’s been a while since I updated this tumblr page.
I created this page when I discovered the planner/bullet journal community during my senior year in college.
Three years later, I am back in school for my social media online graduate degree. I went over this week’s lecture notes from my class breaking down social media networks by the numbers—also putting my stationery to good use lol.

[notesfromatherapist]

Scribbled in my grad-school spiral were the words Reacting vs. responding = reflexive vs. chosen. We can choose our response, Frankl was saying, even under the specter of death... I particularly liked this line from Frankl’s book: “Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and freedom.”

Lori Gottlieb, Maybe You Should Talk To Someone: A Therapist, Her Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed

[callmebliss]

Some classes are definitely more doodley than others. Look upon my shitty dragon. I love them.

[callmebliss]

Apparently I was more interested in discussion than note-taking on that day

[bananena]

In Composition Theory this week I brought up Shakira when talking about multilingual multimodal composition. A classmate said, “She is my #1 favorite diva.” I said, “MINE TOO!” A few others chimed in to enthusiastically praise Shakira, which brought me joy. But then the professor who is this bearded guy in his fifties said, “I like Shakira too, but probably for different reasons” and it was like a total moodkiller

[justphotograph]

Soo many essays, this masters is actual stress like why did I do this to myself

[justphotograph]

You know that social structure within civil society (antiblackness) that forever makes Black people feel as if they need to accomodate every white/poc we come across or become acquaintences with? That you always gotta make sure you come across as nice, while that never even crosses their minds. I know it's all bullshit, you Black to them either way, but I always still just about catch myself doing it. Fuck grad school.

[jonhenryjmumfa]

I’d also venture that an attempt to define drawing as a medium, to delineate its essential characteristics, would not result in the kind of agonistic discourse in which painting embroils its practitioners and critics: maybe head-scratching détente or giggling free association, instead. Drawings, historically, were made in the service of realizing other works—paintings, sculptures, architecture. Now drawings may also lead to performances or installations, films or videos. Drawings were and remain studies, sketches, notes, plans..... My relationship to drawing is intensely bound up in having given up painting about five years ago, subsequently focusing exclusively on the former. The switch triggered an avalanche of previously blocked content: stories and histories, fears and desires, small and big ideas. I concluded that painting’s voice is too loud, drowning out the sound of virtually everything else. The voice of the artist typically provides 1% of the content for any given painting. The remaining 99% consists in painting talking ceaselessly about itself: its history, materials, conventions, the current state of the field, etc. I hated painting for a while, the way one sometimes experiences grief over a failed romance as strong dislike for one’s ex. Now I realize that we weren’t matched well, we wanted different things. I’m fine now. Drawing is my boyfriend.

Elijah burgher