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.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
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.
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