A dream fragment from night before last

I’m standing inside a large room with artificial lighting, connected to open hallways with no view of the outside. It resembles the underground tunnels that riddle the University of Minnesota campus, or certain corridors from the hospital where my father worked. I am talking with the professor who gave me the C+ I earned, after she set us up to fail and another anonymous figure. The Berkeley professor I have an academic crush on shows up. We are discussing my future. I express uncertainty as to what I want to do. My academic crush chastises me, saying that was why he didn’t let me in. Rage boils over inside me.

3 thoughts on “A dream fragment from night before last”

    1. Academic Crush: the guy who is doing the research I want to be doing and receiving accolades for it. I was livid with him for dismissing me out of hand. It indicates that I have an unhealthy fixation or two in this arena.

      1. Aha! thanks for filling me in…
        Is there anything you can do about it (other than to get angry?) Academia tends to be like that – until you’re exposed to it, you’d expect ethics and acknowledgement of contribution – but it’s a worse jungle than the business world (where at least one expects competitive behaviour). In academe it’s bitchy to boot!
        what was the area of research BTW?
        Lip

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