Plug it into the amplifier, Record the data. It's easy. I wish it really was.
EEG labs are bland, Boring - But mostly Anxiety-inducing Stressing Centers for science.
My dream was broken at one of these, As I came in each day, Expecting to do great research work And learn - Work with data first hand!
That's not how things play out. I was left without guidance - Or at least not the guidance I resonate with.
I graduated university bright-eyed and hoping, Just hoping, That I could make something of myself. This is how I felt when I started as well.
I had a dream of helping people. It feels like I can't get there now. I walk into the lab And the others, My "colleagues" Speak down to me. As if I don't have a degree, As if I am not trying so ******* hard To do something here.
I want to be part of a project, I do. I want to work with data, I do. I want this experience to move On to my PhD And do my own research And help people - I really ******* do.
But this topic is as sticky As the gel that glues Electrodes to the participants Abraded scalp. I feel trapped, Not able to convey this to the supervisors - I could be judged, I could possibly be looked down on even more.
So, I re-read the training protocols And try to get the one more sign-off To run appointments. And fail again, But then try again.
What else am I supposed to do without guidance? My professors at UIC saw something in me, I wish the researchers I work with now did. I wish I saw something in me as well.
This is probably one of the weirdest poems I wrote. Different than most, but it is honest and I don't give a **** if you all don't like it.