Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Another discussion about academia and the nature of research in a talk on Women of Color in Science and Technology. Some parts of it dealt with the whole ethical part of dealing with data "when n=1 or 2 or 3" but emphasized the necessity to go through that and get people's permission. The emphasis was on the necessity of getting knowledge out to make changes rather than on protecting privacy. Apparently this chemistry professor went out there and got all this data, partially because she didn't have the social science training that prevented her with the bias to eliminate data where n=1 or 2.
The other part was about the encouragement part. Wonder if things would have been different with my Dad to cheer me on through the tough times. And of course remember the Latina professor who went out of her way to put me down even though every one else thought she should be my role model. Have to get rid of the mental baggage.
Yesterday talked with Indian girl on job, explaining to her some of the colonial history of the Americas and how the Europeans had affected different countries and indigenous peoples as well as the Civil War. She talked about how different life was back home and tried to explain the caste system to me. T came in when I started singing her the lyrics from "Show Me The Meaning of Being Desi".
Got turned down for job I applied for, so was a little depressed. Start wondering why I bothered coming here since some days I feel like I've lost more than I've gained. Weird interactions with friends I contacted with after a while--one asked if I had considered becoming a nun, the other insisted I should look for guys at church, both because they said I was so religious. Does anyone know me anymore?
The other part was about the encouragement part. Wonder if things would have been different with my Dad to cheer me on through the tough times. And of course remember the Latina professor who went out of her way to put me down even though every one else thought she should be my role model. Have to get rid of the mental baggage.
Yesterday talked with Indian girl on job, explaining to her some of the colonial history of the Americas and how the Europeans had affected different countries and indigenous peoples as well as the Civil War. She talked about how different life was back home and tried to explain the caste system to me. T came in when I started singing her the lyrics from "Show Me The Meaning of Being Desi".
Got turned down for job I applied for, so was a little depressed. Start wondering why I bothered coming here since some days I feel like I've lost more than I've gained. Weird interactions with friends I contacted with after a while--one asked if I had considered becoming a nun, the other insisted I should look for guys at church, both because they said I was so religious. Does anyone know me anymore?
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