Uni started yesterday. Cue me going to the lecturer's office instead… - Tactical Ninja
Mar. 4th, 2015
Uni started yesterday. Cue me going to the lecturer's office instead of the seminar room because that's what was printed on the cover of the course outline. Luckily I am Tats The Chronically Early and was able to find the room before it all started.
I'm looking forward to being able to research like a
boss grown-up, but I'm also undermining myself already by going "So does that mean primary research? Or something else? What if I do it wrong? Eek!"
Which is silly because there'll be details and info that tells me that stuff and once the first assignment's over, I have 6 countem 6 whole months to do it. Luxury! Now about that first assignment..
We have to review a book. Academically. In 2000 words, by 2 April. That's less than a month. I'm worried because I'm a slow reader due to not having a lot of time - normally it takes me at least 2 weeks to read a book even with concerted effort. And somehow during that time I also have to become familiar with current issues, theories, and debates in youth criminology, then apply them intelligently to this book. Yeah um.
This is the book I've chosen:
It's about the normalisation of drug use as a recreational pastime among young people in the UK. This is a 2011 follow-up to a major study done in the late 1990s, checking back with the same cohort to see what's changed, how and why. Not *exactly* a youth crime text, but in my field and the lecturer has OK'd it. Probably because she knows it'll force me to think in order to produce a relevant review. I am a masochist.
Also, the course readings weigh about 5kg and the first lot took me 2 hours. I have two courses this year, so I guess I can expect to be spending another 2 hours tomorrow night on the other readings. And then somehow finding time to read a) this damn book, and b) the theories I need to use to review it.
EEK. I am going to spend the rest of my life doing nothing but reading, I can just see it.
Yeah yeah yeah, self inflicted, no sympathy. I get it. *runs off flailing arms*