<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744462902628599733</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:03:44.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working through seven years</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventhyear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744462902628599733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventhyear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ketty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215737878447808496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744462902628599733.post-8073667216871528143</id><published>2007-01-04T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:38:38.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This day on my back</title><content type='html'>I am resuming the effort to write my dissertation, although this project will not be as fruitful, presumably, as my detox project.  I am hoping to chart my progress by putting my thoughts out there as they come.  Hopefully, i will translate that into a viable dissertation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial fear has to do with the general attitude that you don't let anyone know what your thoughts are when you are in academia.  to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;publicly&lt;/span&gt; announce your ideas can be tantamount to plagiarizing your own work!  Its still old school over there.  Nevertheless, i want to know why i am so reluctant to finish this degree. I've been there for seven years and all the talk about people going through what i am going through only helps me procrastinate a little longer.  I think I am &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;holding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; because I so completely lack the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;confidence&lt;/span&gt; to become a professional.  I am so &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of being seen, i can't manage to finish what I start.  Well, this project is my last ditch effort to help &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a weak effort to imitate my own project, i will use the next 21 days to chart my dissertation progress.  I will get my hands dirty only to see what is happening to me as i get into complex thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:43pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still road-blcked.  Nothing.  I can't even bear to look at my previous work.  I usually accomplish very little when I am like this.  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