please. stop praying for my grandpa!!!! you are making him too strong. he broke out of the hospital and the cops cant get him. he’s too powerful
It’s time to end the academic culture that says working yourself to sickness means you’re just working hard enough. It’s time to end the culture that says taking time for yourself and your own health comes at the expense of doing good work. It’s time to end the culture that says sleep deprivation, anxiety attacks, and binge drinking are just part of the game. It’s time to end the culture that says if you’re not getting along with your mentor, then it’s all your fault. It’s time to end the culture that says advisors and faculty don’t have to take responsibility for the health of their students. It’s time to end the culture that says seeking help means you’re weak, or a bad researcher.
I’m not afraid to admit that this is an issue that touched my life during my Ph.D. Thankfully I had amazing friends and family outside my program to help me through tough times. But I know that not everyone has a support system like mine. I also watched in sadness when, after a fellow Ph.D. student committed suicide, our program, university, and health services did nothing to acknowledge that it happened, or that the culture of academia could have contributed to it, and (as far as any of us have been able to tell), has done little if anything to stop it from happening again.
Some graduate programs are putting better student support systems in place, and for every bad advisor we can find an exception that cares and helps their students to the utmost of their ability. But academia, overall, still possesses a culture of acceptance and ignorance when it comes to mental health issues, especially in graduate programs.
It’s time to end that culture.
when i was little and played pokemon g/s for the first time my rival was named “???” because
he says “my name is ???” and the cop asks you what his name was and i
thought if i didnt answer right i would be arrested so i just said what he said
so for the whole game my rival was ???
U SAY DULCE DE LECHE I’M ON DA WAY
i THINK there’s about two or three jars of dulce de leche in my fridg e SO YEAH THERE’S DULCE DE LECHE TO SPARE
Why do u all live so far away like. Come to Argentina I’ll feed u dulce de leche and make u try mate and we can all hang out and
I don’t know
-grabby hands at tumblr friendos-
"One more step and I’ll blaze you up," said the top-ranked shooter with her laser gun aimed at the rookie’s head. Beato’s mostly fine dealing with disrespectful newbies but the one in front of her doesn’t even know the very definition of personal space; trying to grope her precious breasts.
"Sorry, sorry, I got carried away," explained the soldier with a very horrified expression and terror evident in his ocean blue eyes.