Jun 3
Yesterday’s meeting with my new faculty advisor went well.
She has mostly decided I’ll be assisting with her grant proposal, which uses qualitative and quantitative data to analyze the costs and benefits of a certain type of postsecondary scholarship.
She spent most of the meeting reassuring me that I only have to worry about packing up from Rhode Island to Texas. No need for stats classes. No need to worry about research. No need to determine what my “minor” (i.e., other classes from other departments) should be. Just...get my butt to Texas.
Which is simultaneously taking a load off my plate and giving me more anxiety, because the hardest thing I anticipated this summer was getting my butt to Texas.
