You spend all day stressing over a 200-word abstract.
200 words …
200 words …
Professor: Hey!!, I just came back from a conference, I have millions of ideas for your project!…why dont you try a) b) c)
SOME TIME LATER————
Grad Student: Hey, I tried a) b) c) and none of them worked
Professor: WHY THE HELL WOULD U EVEN TRY THOSE PROJECTS… you have no common sense
So I’m trying to recruit people to take my survey for my residency project. It’s about people who choose to transfer the friends they’ve made online to their offline lives, so I thought - gee! Why not recruit people online! So far I’ve gotten:
Really? Someone remind me why I want to do research for a living again?
(Fine print: if anyone wants to redeem my faith in humanity and take the study, it’s here, for those of you between the ages of 18 and 25 who have made at least one friend on the interwebs).
The academic career has its perks.

*sigh* No. No, it’s not.
(Source: shirazpizazz)
Don’t do it!
Grad school finally got the best of me… since I’ve gotten here I’ve been struggling lived in fear and anxiety of dropping the ball… I’ve pulled miracles out my ass left and right to keep from drowning, and a little over a year in and it finally happened. Grad school got the best of me. Spent over 40 hours on this exam and didn’t get it done.
I asked my friend in grad school what the difference was between grad school and undergrad… he said “Undergrad is like a series of sprints, where grad school is like a marathon.” Yeah, grad school is a marathon, that sometimes includes sprints of 20 miles.
I’m tired of running.
Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell: Readings in the Inquiring of the Eventual End of a Graduate Student’s Dissertation