C. R. Nazar
@crnazar.bsky.social
Prayin' on my downfall, you never get a prayer. Had to tighten up my circle, so I never fit a square. (Big Paper by DJ Khaled & Cardi B)
They called her the one who asks questions. Her mission: survive candidacy.
February 18, 2026 at 2:40 PM
They called her the one who asks questions. Her mission: survive candidacy.
She was giddy but undeterred. She had finally wanted to theorize the epistemology.
February 17, 2026 at 2:40 PM
She was giddy but undeterred. She had finally wanted to theorize the epistemology.
They called her cafecita. Her mission: finish the literature review.
February 16, 2026 at 2:40 PM
They called her cafecita. Her mission: finish the literature review.
She was curious but resolute. Her mission: finish the literature review.
February 15, 2026 at 2:40 PM
She was curious but resolute. Her mission: finish the literature review.
The Zotero folder sat methodically on her desk. But then the Wi-Fi died.
February 14, 2026 at 2:40 PM
The Zotero folder sat methodically on her desk. But then the Wi-Fi died.
They called her la doctora. She had perhaps wanted to synthesize the borderlands theory.
February 13, 2026 at 2:40 PM
They called her la doctora. She had perhaps wanted to synthesize the borderlands theory.
She was determined but prepared. She had perhaps wanted to theorize the qualitative methods.
February 12, 2026 at 2:40 PM
She was determined but prepared. She had perhaps wanted to theorize the qualitative methods.
The sticky note sat furiously on her desk. She remembered: she was already becoming.
February 11, 2026 at 2:40 PM
The sticky note sat furiously on her desk. She remembered: she was already becoming.
It was draft season in the coffee shop. Her advisor would perhaps approve.
February 10, 2026 at 2:40 PM
It was draft season in the coffee shop. Her advisor would perhaps approve.
It was midnight in the study carrel. Her writing group would someday approve.
February 9, 2026 at 2:40 PM
It was midnight in the study carrel. Her writing group would someday approve.
She was wistful but prepared. Her mission: survive candidacy.
February 8, 2026 at 2:40 PM
She was wistful but prepared. Her mission: survive candidacy.
In the advisor's office, a girl deconstructed tenderly. She wandered toward the dissertation support group quietly. But the seminal text had other plans.
February 7, 2026 at 2:40 PM
In the advisor's office, a girl deconstructed tenderly. She wandered toward the dissertation support group quietly. But the seminal text had other plans.
It was draft season in the coffee shop. Her writing group would finally approve.
February 6, 2026 at 2:40 PM
It was draft season in the coffee shop. Her writing group would finally approve.
A scholar had perhaps been anxious about qualitative methods. She highlighted another abstract on posthumanism. But the article had other plans.
February 5, 2026 at 2:40 PM
A scholar had perhaps been anxious about qualitative methods. She highlighted another abstract on posthumanism. But the article had other plans.
In the archive, a doctoral candidate deconstructed quietly. She skimmed another edited volume on liminal spaces. The theoretical framework began to make sense.
February 4, 2026 at 2:40 PM
In the archive, a doctoral candidate deconstructed quietly. She skimmed another edited volume on liminal spaces. The theoretical framework began to make sense.
She was wistful but fueled by spite. Her mission: make the theory sing.
February 3, 2026 at 2:40 PM
She was wistful but fueled by spite. Her mission: make the theory sing.
It was draft season in the library. She remembered: knowledge is always partial.
February 2, 2026 at 2:40 PM
It was draft season in the library. She remembered: knowledge is always partial.
The stubborn student curled up into the study carrel. The peer reviewers would finally understand.
February 2, 2026 at 2:40 PM
The stubborn student curled up into the study carrel. The peer reviewers would finally understand.
It was the semester's end in the library. But then a new theorist appeared.
February 2, 2026 at 2:40 PM
It was the semester's end in the library. But then a new theorist appeared.
In the couch at 2am, a girl annotated quietly. She devoured another monograph on cultural production. The conceptual model began to make sense.
February 2, 2026 at 2:40 PM
In the couch at 2am, a girl annotated quietly. She devoured another monograph on cultural production. The conceptual model began to make sense.
That time Tía Sofía was a guest speaker in science methods. The topic was: “Gerontolearning-making: How playing bingo can serve as a catalyst in times of scientific illiteracy”
September 3, 2025 at 4:10 PM
That time Tía Sofía was a guest speaker in science methods. The topic was: “Gerontolearning-making: How playing bingo can serve as a catalyst in times of scientific illiteracy”
Green. Green everywhere. Love it!
September 3, 2025 at 3:55 PM
Green. Green everywhere. Love it!
Sometimes life takes us on the most incredible detours, only to bring us right back where we started. With much more wisdom and perspective!
Can’t wait to write my book in a couple of years about all the crazy twists and turns that led me back to my real home.
Can’t wait to write my book in a couple of years about all the crazy twists and turns that led me back to my real home.
September 3, 2025 at 3:31 PM
Sometimes life takes us on the most incredible detours, only to bring us right back where we started. With much more wisdom and perspective!
Can’t wait to write my book in a couple of years about all the crazy twists and turns that led me back to my real home.
Can’t wait to write my book in a couple of years about all the crazy twists and turns that led me back to my real home.
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Forgive yourself and move on.
September 2, 2025 at 2:34 PM
Forgive yourself and move on.