Advisorial Infidelity
I keep having dreams about a professor I didn’t choose to be my advisor, but that I strongly considered asking. He is my favorite teacher by a fairly wide margin, and I find him personally amusing and good to work with. On the other hand, he’s not really in my field, and expressly stated that he does not want to get sucked into work in neuroscience. For those reasons, I think I made the right choice.
This hasn’t stopped me from a most amusing set of dreams about him all week. Usually he’s being chummy with me, and making me feel like I’m good at stuff, and my work is worthwhile. Last night I even dreamed that he was texting me at a party explaining how no one else in the class he’s teaching is paying attention and that I’m an excellent student doing excellent work. It’s so ego-masturbatory, but it’s also an oasis of confidence in my otherwise Eeyore-prone life. There’s something wonderful about waking up after having dreamed about being respected and admired by people you respect and admire.
Then again, I also woke up convinced it was Saturday. A sad reality to realize that it’s Thursday, and I have go to teach. Not that section is that bad. It’s just no Saturday. Onward and upward.