Well… that was (and continues to be) one hell of a week.
Thank you to all of those wonderfully kind and generous folk who were able to chip in towards my goal of attending the European Systemic Functional Linguistics conference (original post here). The total come to £190, which will make a HUGE dent in the estimated £600 expenses for the entire trip, and it means that I will be able to go!
This blog has been my outlet for many years to share information about how weird languages can be, and in more recent years, how the doctoral process and world of academia can be just as peculiar. But this time, I have a small favour to ask…
For one day a week over the past three weeks, I’ve been lecturing in Bristol, running to a train station, travelling under a large body of water to another country, quick-stepping to a University, and then reversing (almost) all of the process 3 hours later. It’s been busy.
Another day, another wavering between what it is I want to do when I finish my doctorate. Okay, I’ve got over a year and a half before I finish, but there are days when these thoughts seem to encroach more than others…
The title of this post relates neither to limbo nor the sense of emotional trauma, although being a postgrad student, you’d think it’d have something to do with the latter…
Over the past few weeks I’ve become fascinated with a framework (if not an entire theory of language!) known as Systemic Functional Linguistics, BUT… has this fascination led to a situation in which I find myself up the metaphorical creek (which apparently you do in a suit?!) Cue the dramatic orchestral music!