{"id":33602,"date":"2021-11-15T14:35:33","date_gmt":"2021-11-15T19:35:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathgradblog\/?p=33602"},"modified":"2021-11-15T14:35:33","modified_gmt":"2021-11-15T19:35:33","slug":"what-i-needed-to-hear-but-no-one-said","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathgradblog\/2021\/11\/15\/what-i-needed-to-hear-but-no-one-said\/","title":{"rendered":"What I needed to hear, but no one said"},"content":{"rendered":"

Currently, I am in the second year of my PhD program at Emory University. In 2018, after graduating from my undergraduate institution with a double major in mathematics and English writing, I began attending Wake Forest University for my masters degree. Three weeks into the school year, I sat down and wrote the following.<\/span><\/p>\n

September 2018 – 1st Year of Grad School<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is something in the image of \u03c6 that cannot be mapped to n\/m<\/em> in Q<\/em>?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

A blank stare awaited Dr. Ferraro.<\/span><\/p>\n

No, actually, it wasn\u2019t a blank stare so much as an eye-watering gaze. He could have just asked me what two plus two was, and I wouldn\u2019t have been able to answer him. He seemed to miss the eye-watering component of the gaze. He asked again: \u201cWhat is something in the image of \u03c6 that cannot be mapped to by n\/m<\/em> in Q<\/em>?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I merely gaped at him. The image of \u03c6\u2014what even was an image in math? Something to do with the mapping? Something to do with the codomain?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t\u2026\u201d Was all I managed to eke out of the few brain cells seemingly left under my control.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He took some pity on me, I guess, and said, \u201c…it would be something irrational,\u201d leaving just enough space at the beginning of his statement and between each of the words for me to jump in, in the unlikely event I would come to any glorious conclusions all on my own.<\/span><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I looked down at my paper and nodded, noticing how the blue lines that usually ran parallel across the page had started to blur into a mess of segments which had moved firmly into the non-Euclidean part of geometry.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRight. Of course. That makes sense. I\u2019ll just…write that down. I guess.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I never did. Tears which had been on the brink of falling for hours felt as though they were about to finally leak out there in my unsuspecting professor\u2019s office. I put down the notebook containing its newly tangled lines abruptly and scrambled out with a jumbled \u201cI need to use the restroom\u201d thrown behind me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s funny that this is what my graduate school career had come to so quickly. Three weeks in and I was hysterically crying in a single-person restroom while questioning the choices that had brought me to this point. I love math. That\u2019s how I got here\u2014to get a degree in something I loved to do.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Right?<\/span><\/p>\n

Everyday I go to class, I do my homework, and I attend my tutoring hours. Everyday I stare up at symbols placed on the board in a way I do not quite fully understand, I attempt ridiculously difficult problem sets that contain words I have never seen before but am expected to know, and I struggle through tutoring and grading for a subject that I should have well in hand by now. Why am I here?<\/span><\/p>\n

Everyone I talk to gives me reassurances. They know I\u2019m smart. They know I\u2019ll be fine. I feel like a cliche: a smart girl who doubts herself but will get through it in the end. Of course she will. Everyone says it. It\u2019s the summary one finds running across the back of half the books in the young adult fiction section. There are variations, of course\u2014maybe the girl in the story was in an accident, maybe a parent just died, maybe something unspeakable happened to her. Either way, they all end the same: she gets through it. Everyone knows, most of all the omniscient reader. Otherwise how would the character evolve? Otherwise why would anyone care?<\/span><\/p>\n

I wish I had the amount of faith in myself that everyone else seems to have in me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

My mom\u2019s name is Faith. At home, among friends that know her, we have a running joke: Anytime somebody says, \u201cHave faith,\u201d or something similar, I respond, \u201cOh! She\u2019s not here right now! But I can call her if you\u2019d like? I\u2019m pretty sure she\u2019s at work, but I could definitely get her on the phone!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I imagine it\u2019s not nearly as funny to the average person reading these words as normally is to us. I\u2019m writing these words, and it\u2019s not very funny to me right now. This week I\u2019ve been told to have faith in myself or that others have faith in me countless times. This week I don\u2019t think I\u2019ve even made that joke once.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I open my homework and it gives me anxiety in a way that homework never has before. Where there was once an achievable checklist of tasks to complete, I now see a bulleted list of reasons why I cannot seem to prevail. The words \u201cgroup action,\u201d \u201corthogonal,\u201d and \u201corbit\u201d mock me from my abstract algebra problem-set sheet. It\u2019s probably because they know, as do I, that no matter how many times I ask, I will never get an explanation for their meaning that I am capable of understanding. Seven problems out of eleven I cannot complete this week. Next week will it be eleven?<\/span><\/p>\n

God, I hope not.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

God, I feel alone.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Today<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cDoes it ever get better?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Well, that\u2019s a tough question to answer.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, it does, but when a first-year graduate student is standing in the break room looking at you imploringly, it doesn\u2019t feel like an adequate response. I thought hard about what I had needed to hear three years ago, about what would make her feel smart enough and competent enough and motivated enough to overcome the steep learning curve ahead of her. I didn\u2019t want to just say, \u201cI survived; you\u2019ll do it too,\u201d when I had written what amounted to a dramatic journal entry about how unhelpful those words were just three years earlier.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

So I gave her the best answer I could think of at that moment: \u201cYes, but slowly.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s a completely inadequate response; I\u2019m aware. But I think I\u2019ve determined why that is.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The words that I ultimately needed to hear were not ones that needed to be said to me, but rather words I needed to say to others\u2014I needed to speak up.<\/span><\/p>\n

You are not alone, and looking back, the thing that helped to improve my situation the most was talking about it to other people. This included sharing struggles with other graduate students, who it turned out were having the same problems as I was (and forming a study group to combat this!). This included talking to friends and family about the pressures I felt all around me, and them providing moral support in the form of assurances that graduate school did not define me. Finally, this included talking to a therapist, and learning the ways in which I could deal with stressors I had never encountered before.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

For me, therapy was something that caused quite an internal battle. I\u2019m a smart girl; I\u2019m driven; things aren\u2019t even that bad; people have it way worse; why should I need to go to therapy?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Thinking like that was the reason that I benefited from therapy in the first place: I was able to get perspective. I was able to understand that talking about your problems and working through them is for everyone, not just those who have it particularly badly.<\/span><\/p>\n

I spent most of my two years at Wake Forest University in therapy, and I think I\u2019ve told about five people in total. So, I guess I\u2019m following my own advice right now: I\u2019m speaking up.<\/span><\/p>\n

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