Abstract
ABSTRACT I am lost. My writing is lost. I feel isolated, under pressure, trapped in a cage. My writing is measured and molded, suffocating in a corset of norms and expectations in the neoliberal university. In a collective diary, I can share my experiences, ponder on my feelings. I breathe, I survive, I resist. And as I write, I open up. As I write, I find myself, I find ot-hers. Through my words, sentences, and pages, I embrace my vulnerabilities: insecurity, courage, relating, becoming. I write collectively, stronger toget-her. I write to offer new understandings, to change and resist the neoliberal university. Will you join me?
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