I'm a bachelor's student halfway across the world from the US and yet my thesis project is still in jeopardy because it was being funded off of an US government grant. My supervisors have no salaries anymore. We have a passion for science and hope that other funding will come through. And not much more.
I don’t think people understand how bad Trump cutting research funding is. People keep assuming there will be no research at all continuing on…false! This will almost certainly lead to an uptick of biased, privately funded studies (think: leading dog food brand funds study that finds their dog food to be the most nutritionally complete)…it’s going to be a mess trying to determine what’s real, accurate scientific information.
Love how anthropology in an attempt to distance itself from its original sin (skull measuring etc) has become the leftest academic discipline possible. There are centrist or even right-wing historians, economists, but have you seen one social anthropologist who leans even a little bit to the right? No because there are none of them
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@chilchucks-timbs I found the femur and a vertebrae while hiking in Scotland and risked the wrath of airport security to bring them both home
recently when im tempted to say 'i'm gonna kill myself' i try to correct it into saying "im gonna walk into the river and become a trout" or some other form of that. this is my new thing
Live. Thrive. That is the greatest rebellion.
I hope none of you disappear in the coming days. Seriously don't do anything that can't be undone.
Your friends and family with chronic pain aren't doing well.
Yes, even the ones that say they are.
Yes, especially the ones that are complaining and lashing out already.
Chances are high that however bad they will admit things are it's actually worse. By a lot.
We're conditioned to be "okay". If we're breaking down at non scheduled times we aren't coping well. I promise.
Your sibling/partner/bestie/parent who is breaking down without preamble on a Tuesday is suffering. Be kind. We're sorry.
At the start of one of my many attempts at uni (we're no joke on number seven) I took an anthropology class because it seemed cool. This was at the absolute height of the popularity of Bones so the first lecture was literally standing room only, fire hazard levels of packed.
So the professor comes in and I cannot express enough how much this man was actually round, not tall, greying, balding, and literally wearing a three-piece tweed suit with a little red bow tie. He was the most perfect human being I've ever met.
Anyway the look on his face when he saw an actually packed lecture theatre was one of sheer unbridled glee. Natural, right? His dinky little subject is suddenly unbelievably popular.
Which gave him the perfect opportunity to talk about pissing for a solid hour. Because that was his specialist subject. Comparative urination etiquette.
This man who was the Platonic ideal of a humanities professor stood there and talked enthusiastically about piss to a packed to the rafters lecture theatre full of bright-eyed first years, and as this was a Monday morning it was almost certainly many people's first ever university lecture of their whole life. His eyes were glittering with joy the whole hour. He was having the time of his life.
There were absolutely no questions at the end of the lecture. He, apparently having fully understood what he was doing, clearly expected this and instructed us to have a lovely day and wished us good luck on our higher education journey.
You could sit anywhere you wanted in the lecture theatre the next week and the lecture was intro to methods in anthropology.
I don't think I could ever love a man more than I still love him.
down with found family. UP with FOUND DIVORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
anthropology student 🐈⬛ chronically ill🐈⬛ trans-masc (they/he)🌈
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