now what did we learn...

Welp, my first year of doctoral study is over.

Let me repeat that: MY FIRST YEAR OF DOCTORAL STUDY IS OVERRRR!!!!!!! Woohooooo!!

(I may or may not have hit a dougie when I emailed my final paper... you know, just like a normal doctoral student.)

This year, especially this past semester, was probably the hardest in my long (and not always illustrious) academic career. There was just sooo much work!! When I described it to my friends, I would always say, "it's like undergrad, only I have to do all of the work." Seriously, there was no room for slacking. But I learned a lot, both about the education stuff I'm studying and about myself. Here are a few of the personal take-away points that will (hopefully) serve me well in the future.

1. Sleep to rest, not to procrastinate. "I'll do this after my nap" = "This won't be done until tomorrow/next week/the night before it is due." Not always a good idea.  
2. Family-sized bags of chips should not be kept next to the computer. (Related: Family-sized bags of chips are not a meal.) 
3. If I don't go to the gym as soon as I wake up, I'm not going to go to the gym that day. Just wake up, work out, then attempt start the day. 
4. DVR anything that is remotely interesting, or else I won't get any work done while it's on. I have to stick to reruns of cooking shows and marathons of ANTM or Project Runway if I want to get anything accomplished.  
5. Spotify's genre stations suck. A lot. Artist stations are slightly better, but only slightly. 
6. Dance breaks are necessary... as are food breaks, walk breaks, Twitter breaks, and mess with the cat breaks. 
7. The energy from a grande hazelnut redeye (flavored coffee with a shot of espresso) from Starbucks will last 7 hours if consumed when tired... 10 if consumed when awake.  
8. Going into a work tunnel will only trap me in the lonely box. Sometimes, not working is just as important as working.
9. Anyone who doesn't understand how busy I am doesn't deserve an explanation. 
10. It's tough because it's worth it. 

As this journey continues, I'm sure it won't get easier. Hopefully, I'll be able to learn from myself and make it as painless as possible. I like where this is going, and I hope to be in good shape when I get there! 

smart. pretty. subversive.

Whenever I wear my Columbia sweatshirt in public, the following conversation usually occurs:

Person: Did you really go to Columbia?

Me: Yes. 

Person: What were your SAT scores? 

Me: I don't remember. 

Person: (surprised) How can you not remember?

Me: I took them like 10 years ago. 

Person: Well do you have an idea?

Me: (blank face) ...

"Person" is always older white male whose son/daughter/niece/nephew/family friend didn't get into my alma mater, and they are clearly trying to figure out how this young black girl got in. (Answer: I'm really smart.) Abuse of white male privilege never okay (dudes straight up demand that I answer them because they are used to getting what they want all the time from everyone), I always walk away from these interactions feeling incredibly annoyed.

(And omg, you guys should see what happens when I tell the same folks that I have a Masters from UPenn and am getting a doctorate from NYU. The glazed over, 'does not compute' face is classic.) 

The only thing worse than this is when I am told that I 'don't look smart.' Funny, I wasn't aware that smart had a look. This line usually comes from guys who want to date me, so I take it that this is meant to be a compliment. I mean, attractiveness and intelligence are mutually exclusive... Like, duh. Totally... Not. I used to get really mad about this and blow up and tell the guy where he could go (usually up an unpleasant body part), but I'm over that. I'm also over being mad at the old white men who resume check me when I'm trying to buy groceries. Angry responses are typically helpless ones, and helpless is something that I definitely am not.

I recently had an epiphany: These types of situations are all about power. (Cue the Kanye.) The old man who demands my credentials and the lame dude who tells me I'm too pretty to be smart are just trying to assert their dominance by reminding me of my rightful social place. Because I'm pretty, I can't be smart. Because I'm black, I can't be an Ivy League graduate. And because I'm a woman, I have to take their alpha male bullshit with a smile on my face. And sometimes I do. Yes, you read that right. Sometimes, I let the poor soul keep going and I just smile and nod. Why? Because I have power, too!

Hear me out, k? There is sooo much power in letting people think that you are exactly what they already think you are, it is rather unbelievable. Just like the movie villain who monologues before the hero busts out some ninja moves and wins, people reveal a great deal about themselves when they don't feel threatened. Gathering information is the easy part. The key to the game is knowing how to use this information to your advantage. (This is where the "subversive" part comes in.) Listen hard, weed through the condescension, and pick out the things that will serve you in the future. I learned some great stuff about business and networking from ass of a boss who thought I was a complete moron and treated me as such. He clued me into things that I never would have known because he felt comfortable with me (and my moron-itude) to share a career's worth of tips. Even though I left the job in a blaze of glory (my resignation letter was written in a file entitled "peace peace suckas"), those informal lessons were truly invaluable.

It isn't always easy to swallow your pride and let people treat you as lower than the awesome person that you know you are, and I am certainly advocating neither playing dumb nor allowing yourself to be crapped on. These are bad, and do more harm than good, both personally and professionally. All I'm saying is that it can be rather useful to react strategically to situations such as those described above. When you sense that someone is attempting to assert their perceived dominance over you, fall back for a second and see if you can benefit from their arrogance. If you feel that you can't, then by all means, rip that jackass a new one! But if you can grab some gems before you blow up the mine, then do that first.

Knowledge is power, and when you learn how to use knowledge to gain power, you can be truly unstoppable.