Recruiting Married Females with Divorced Parents for Online Study

I need your help! Recruiting Married Females with Divorced Parents for online dissertation study. Click link below to take study and pass on to others you know. Chance to win $50 Visa gift card.

http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/FR6BDRT

Participant Requirements:
• Are 18+
• Female in 1st time, heterosexual marriage
• Experienced parental divorce
• Have had contact with biological father in past 12 months

Thank you!

 

Question to all

Hey guys! I'm going to get an MBA degree as I found on the website the information that average MBA salaries 2009 is twice higher than before getting  MBA. I would like to hear some opinions, is it true? Does anybody have such
an experience or maybe know any evidence of that. Thanks.


On not surviving.

I am sorry for using an empty account. At this point I am so humiliated and defeated that I have resorted to lying to everyone I care about what's actually happening to me and so I don't want to associate this post with my real lj name that, consequently, virtually everyone I know in RL knows about and reads.

As an undergrad I was completely unstoppable as I imagine many of those reading were. I went to a school that is routinely as a top five institution (and often top three depending on the ranking) in the world. It was hyper competitive and large and I fought hard to distinguish myself. I was invited to Phi Beta Kappa as a junior, and by the time I graduated I had three publications, one of which was in a discipline other than my two majors. I had a 4.0 in both majors and a 3.9 overall. My GRE scores were the envy of my peers. I had worked with some of the top minds in the world doing original research and they all wrote me glowing letters of recommendation. I was applied to only the top grad schools in my discipline, I was accepted to all five. I went to my first choice with 6 years of full funding.

I don't mention any of this to brag, for all these "accomplishments" are completely meaningless. I mention it only to illustrate that I was, at one time anyway, a good student by most standards. I was hard working, motivated and somewhat smart. However, graduate school for me, from about half way through my first semester has been one big fight to stay sane and healthy.

I've been here for two years and in those two years I've had more than a few complete mental breakdowns, I usually have such a high level of anxiety that the mere thought of school makes me want to just crawl into bed, curl up into a little ball and disappear. I often throw up around finals time without warning. I've dropped an unhealthy amount of weight and I when I sleep, especially towards the end of each semester I usually have anxiety dreams and wake up sweating with my heart racing.

Nothing I've ever produced here has warranted praise or even approval, if I'm lucky I'm met with indifference but more often than not I'm met with scorn. It doesn't matter how hard I try or how much I work, I'm never good enough. I am a straight B student. Most recently I received an e-mail from the head of my department (and a total big name who does what I want to do) telling me that the paper I produced for his class (which I had talked to him in depth about) was something he might expect from an undergraduate and not even an advanced one. And even though I was a prime contributor in his class, he gave me a grade that dropped my already suffering GPA below the acceptable level for me to keep my funding (3.5). In other words, I am completely screwed.

I don't know what to do.  My life, my dreams and all my priorities have been completely dismantled in the last two years. My peers have all but completely left me behind and the worst part of this is that I'm so embarrassed that I feel like I can't tell anyone. Not my family, not my friends and not my girlfriend. Everyone expected so much of me, and I can't help but feel like a disappointment on everyone. I have no other prospects. Just a useless MA in a horrible economy and more debt than I care to think about.

I'm not asking for anyone's pity. I know full well that I caused all this ruin, I just desperately needed to tell someone what's happening to me without having to omit major parts of the story. So, thanks for reading. Also, I'm still trying to determine whether or not this is survivable. If anyone else has been in a situation and had a happy ending? I just don't know what the right move to make it anymore.

 

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Hi, I’m a graduate student at CGU and am in need of participants for an online survey that I am conducting.  The survey has to do with beliefs about police interrogations and confessions.

The survey should take no more than 15-20 minutes.  In order to participate, you have to be over the age of 18, and reside in the United States.

To take the survey, please click this link. http://www.surveygizmo.com/s/11879…

Thank you for your help

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Why I hate my lab

"Why I hate my lab," a summary of my graduate career thus far in three parts.

Featuring:

Me: Protagonist, second-year grad student girl.
Bossman: Brilliant mind of our field, head PI of our lab, captain of the ship. Antagonist.
New guy post-doc: Post-doc that came in 9 months ago.
Former-postdoc-new-PI guy: Was previously post-doc in our lab, got a PI position in our lab. Idiot.
Girl tech: Brilliant girl with 3 years in our lab. Will someday leave to pursue a DVM/PhD.
Girl post-doc: Behavioral post-doc in her third year. Also brilliant. Also getting the f' out of here in October.
Bossmen: Other PI guys, generally helpful and intelligent in their respective niches.

On a dark and stormy morning...Collapse )
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  • capthek

A small quote from a recent NYtimes article had me thinking.

The article asks why so many of Darwin's breakthroughs took so long for other scientists to understand.

"One of Darwin’s advantages was that he did not have to write grant proposals or publish 15 articles a year. He thought deeply about every detail of his theory for more than 20 years before publishing “The Origin of Species” in 1859, and for 12 years more before its sequel, “The Descent of Man,” which explored how his theory applied to people."
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/10/…

Do you think the pressure we have to publish actually diminishes the creation of new knowledge? The reason I ask is because I personally have a number of smaller research pieces out there but the primary thing I want to do is write about larger issues and connections. What do you think?

opinions

Hey everyone- I am working on my personal statement for my doctoral application. I would love any commentary on it. I placed the topic at the beginning (obviously I will remove it when sending it in)



Please elaborate on your study interests listed above and their relation to your previous studies, employment experiences, and professional goals, as well as any other information that would be helpful in evaluating your application.



I sit in my corner office, staring out the window at the white puffy clouds floating by. I remind myself that an office with a view is a desirable one. Almost instantaneously I try to determine who it is so desirable to. I look across to my desk and see a picture of my old management team, all smiling because we just scored a perfect on our loss prevention audit. I was constantly running around, laughing, teaching, and inspiring those around me. I was skinnier; I had a group of people who worked really hard for me; and that same group of people trusted me to teach them anything they needed to get the job done. I had the best track record of training people, and inspiring the people around me to strive for excellence. I remember overhearing a couple employees talking about their general education course in music theory. “Let me know if you need any help with that class,” I would shout across our busy store. Puzzled and bewildered they would beg for more information. They find out my passion lies elsewhere than retail management.
I sit with them and fill in the gaps in their notes to make sense of this new language called music. They ask me about all the things I do musically. I tell them about Jubilate Chorale. The conductor is my former sight singing and ear training teacher from my undergraduate degree. She’s an inspiration for me. Her and my relation flourished when we traveled to ACDA in Miami. My “student” smiles as I move onto the next choir, Briarwood Chorale. The conductor is my former theory, forms and analysis, and choir director from my undergraduate degree. “I get to be the assistant conductor of this choir,” I say beaming with excitement. Finally, there is my church choir which I am in charge of. I talk about how I work with just about every age and talent group. Briarwood Chorale is filled with all music majors, Jubilate is a middle of the road mix of professional musicians and non musicians, and the church choir has one person who can read music. What a great life I have to interact with all these different levels of talent and skill.
I come back to reality to someone knocking at my door. “Wow, it’s really bright in here,” is the most often used phrase to anyone coming in. They collect the information they sought and left. I review my hand made calendar. Starting in November, I will have rehearsal four nights a week. My weekends will be filled with lessons and more rehearsal first thing every Sunday morning. Pretty soon, those weekends will be filled with dress rehearsals, supposedly restful holiday weekends and a long desire to have a real break. I take a deep breath and confirm to my weary thoughts that it is all for a goal.
This is a goal I have had since I was a little girl. I thought it would be really awesome to be called “DJ” for Doctor Jenn. I didn’t know then how I was going to get there, but I knew I wanted it. As I got older, I applied for colleges and universities as a computer science major. My parents tried to convince me that my skills lay elsewhere and that people in such a degree made excellent money. So, I made sure all the schools I looked at had music in addition to computer science because I knew I wanted to stay involved. I spent one semester as a computer science major and changed because I couldn’t pass the entry level class. It was most likely because I was in marching band, chorale and chamber singers. I learned how to sing without a piano, how to sight read, how to write a chorale, and most importantly I had met several people who had a doctorate in music. I took all my electives in music, allowing me to have almost double the required credits to graduate. I tutored all the theory classes, leading to be highly encouraged to apply for graduate school.
I chose choral conducting in my master’s degree. I moved to East Texas not knowing a single person but holding tight to that dream. I knew if I believed enough, I would be ok. My lesson teacher pushed me hard because he knew I could do it. I had a full time job, I was a full time graduate student, and I had a full time assistantship. Mastering my time management skills was essential to my future as a successful conductor and I knew it. Every semester, I had my syllabi, concert schedule and work schedule completely figured out by the first weekend of school starting. I graduated with the highest GPA I had ever achieved.
Now I move to the pursuit of my doctoral degree. I got a job on campus early enough to enroll in the tuition remission benefit. Of all the things I thought about to achieve my goal of having a doctorate, I never thought about paying for it. Finally, I am thinking about it proactively. I have my eyes set on the last step of my dream. My strong desire to daydream about scores and performance technique severely outweighs my current daydreams of appropriate office etiquette and having the corner office with a view.