Flashes of Panic

I’m composing an email to my newly-assigned advisor (who, as it turns out, is also new to the department this semester.) I realized, in thinking over what to say, that I’m not just cautious about articulating my goals for this program; I’m cautious about letting myself have any. This isn’t right, and it’s going to get me in trouble if I can’t square it away soon.

So, there’s my goal for the fall semester, if not the ‘05-‘06 year: get rid of this feeling that I can’t have goals because I don’t know what’s possible. Figure out what I can be legitimately curious about. And get curious about it, in an informed enough way that I can set more specific academic goals.

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