Get Clear. Get Into Grad School. Get On With Your Life. by Dr. Khia on January 19, 2012
I witnessed a very courageous act a few days ago. A tenured university professor admitted to the entire Interwebs her battle with debilitating depression. Why was this such a simple act of bravery? Because so many people experience the same debilitating issue and yet no one ever talks about it.
I was one of those people
I can relate wholeheartedly to Dr. Coleman’s daringly honest essay on her struggle with depression. When I look back at my grad school years, I recall most vividly the moments that don’t appear anywhere on my academic resume. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was far from alone. Life happens along the way to the Ph.D. and oftentimes so does depression. [click to continue…]
Get Clear. Get Into Grad School. Get On With Your Life. by Dr. Khia on January 9, 2012
As a bonafide grammar Nazi, I do understand that this blog tittle is a hellified vivid example of incorrect verb tense usage. However, this title speaks directly to my heart, and the value of being exactly who you are. No more and no less.
I have been away at the National Institute on the Teaching of Psychology conference for most of the week. As you may have guessed from the name, this particular conference was dedicated to learning new techniques to teach and engage students in the field of psychology.
Over the years, I have developed a small habit of scanning conference crowds for familiar faces. Not necessarily of people I know, but for people who look like me. If you’ve seen my photo (and how can you miss it since it’s right at the top of the blog), it should come as no surprise that I am an African American woman. And in some academic spaces – well, most – I am one of the few. [click to continue…]
Get Clear. Get Into Grad School. Get On With Your Life. by Dr. Khia on January 5, 2012
Every now and then, I pull my attention away from the hallowed halls of academia and try to catch up on the happenings elsewhere in the world.
Who am I kidding? I’m something like a celebrity gossip and reality TV junkie in my spare time. Hey, there’s no shame in being well-rounded. At least this is what I tell myself to make myself OK with mindless entertainment. While taking a “blog break” away from conferencing this week, I happened upon this article on my alleged celebrity look-alike, Serena Williams.
Random fact about me: There was a time in my life when I would get stopped by people rather frequently and asked, “Has anyone ever told you you look like Serena Williams?” Hasn’t happened in awhile, but nevertheless, my ears always perk up whenever she’s in the news.
Now I’m no sports blogger. I don’t even watch tennis. And despite having an uncle whose profession includes teaching folks how to play tennis, I never learned. *hangs head in shame*
The most interesting part of this article was Serena’s admission that she didn’t LOVE tennis. At first, I was semi-shocked into silence. How can one of the most winningest (is this a real word?) tennis players in the world “not love” her sport? Does she mean like if she were to never play again – gasp – she wouldn’t miss it? [click to continue…]
