Shhh. There’s a new thing that all the cool people are doing.
Have you heard about it? It’s all the rage.
But shhhh, we don’t want it to be publicized too widely because once the world hears about it there will be nothing but armchair moralizing by people who have never done it, or tongue-clucking by people who had done it years and years ago but have managed to forget how complex the ritual is.
This ritual happens all year round, but there are swells of participation usually clustered around the last week of November and first couple weeks of December, and again around the last week of March and into the first couple weeks of April.
Most often this ritual is done individually, without a partner, but what appears to be a lonely exercise is actually a synchronized activity performed by thousands of individuals simultaneously.
It happens in tiny cells that each consist of a desk, a bookshelf if you’re lucky, and an uncomfortable bed that looks older than dirt and feels even older.
It happens in tiny wooden carrels tucked at the ends of row upon row of narrow corridors, with walls plastered with signs that say “this is a quiet zone. No food allowed. Only drinks with tight-fitting lids permitted. Please silence all cell phones.”
It happens in coffee shops, where, for only a couple of dollars, you can sit for hours nursing a hot beverage that gives you the energy to perform this ritual into the wee hours of the morning, while making use of an essential prop called “free wifi” (which the coffee shop offers because all the other coffee shops offer it, but secretly they curse because it means that you stay for hours on end).
It’s a rather dizzying and tiring display of bluster, clumsy false starts and, more often than not, tears.
Two steps forward. Three steps back. One step forward and a couple of shuffles to the side.
Repeat the pattern, only not necessarily exactly the same. And this time, you make sure to keep an eye on the clock as its tick-tock rhythm forces you to complete the sequence of steps more quickly.
Two steps forward. Two steps back. Three steps forward and one shuffle to the side. Faster!
One step forward. Your breathing becomes laboured.
Half a step back. You can’t feel your hands or feet. Faster still!
Two shuffles to the side. Your vision begins to blur.
One twirl, a backflip and, finally, collapse into an over-dramatic bow.
It’s called the Paper Writing Waltz. #PhDYrOne